It's Mr. Smoke-A-Lot-Of-Pot Bathing Ape accessories, I'm wearing camouflage a lot I'm a fucking soldier, thought I told you we'd be on the top Slow grind on and off the clock Give me a sec, I'll get a model bitch to swallow cock Got these white girls everywhere screaming "Domo rocks!" Put it down beautiful, 360 Tomahawks Every nigga say he sick, I think it's just a kind of cough That shit give me a headache and ripping beats is my Tylenol Making massacres of every single beat I'm rhyming on Bitch, I been raw since I popped out them vagina walls Better cuff that bitch, cause I'll break your baby mama off Drink the last hit of Kool Aid like "nigga, I'm the boss" Bitch I'm getting paid, fuck whoever told me not to floss Was struggling for a minute, my shit is just finally poppin off Swag on 100, bitches on my fucking cock and balls I tell em "hang out" cause I ain't really got time to stall Bitches give me numbers but I don't really have the time to call I'm focused on this money, give me everything I want it all. I'm what goes up: If I get higher then I'll never fall Whole Gang run this shit, I guess it's like a marathon Super Skywalker, it's apparent that I'm very gone Young but I'm not playing with these niggas like Eddie Long Feels like I'm really getting better after every song So I'mma have to keep dropping this shit until I'm on the throne Swear I be doing everything that's in my fucking songs Keep it real G, and I put that on my fucking bong Been a while since my first, you've been sleeping for too fucking long Said we'll fall off, but boy were you fucking wrong So let me set it straight: winning is my fucking fate Grab a bottle, celebrate. Roll that bomb and detonate Insta-classic every track, every time I defecate Homicide: add another line to my resume
