I would hit licks on the pentatonic
Now I get lit off the vodka tonic
Drunk in the whole f#ckin’ universe
Ray J, remind him who hit it first
Keep it surreal on the chronic
f#ck how you feel if I’m honest
Stack all the cash until it hurts
Drain the accounts and put God first
Laughin’ but not really feelin’
Feelin’ like all of these children
Ridin’ the wave of the zeitgeist
You better not call this a heist
Makin’ a mark yeah I’m drillin’
Throw me the shade cuz I’m chillin’
Drivin’ me up to a greater height
Laozi, Gautama and Jesus Christ
f#ck with my insecurities until you think I drop
I come back on the track and make it hot
f#ck Slim Jesus and Sueco
They don’t have a seat at the motherf#ckin’ table
I don’t need the faux hype
Or I’ll hit you with a stop sign
I don’t need the faux hype
Or I’ll hit you with a stop sign
Take ’em to church like it’s Sunday
Triple OT playin’ 2K
What about all of that new wave?
Memes are the way that you get paid?
Nah, cut that b#llsh#t
All that corny sh#t
It doesn’t matter to me, all I see is the light
When did the club get so bright
But I don’t worry ’bout ice
I do not worry ’bout ISIS
Or constitutional crisis
You and I are not divided
I don’t need the faux hype
Or I’ll hit you with a stop sign
I don’t need the faux hype
Or I’ll hit you with a stop sign
I don’t need the faux hype
I don’t need the faux hype
I don’t need the faux hype
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