(Sugar Hollows)
(You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound like)
(Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice)
(Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight)
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
They sayin' that the man's iconic
Mike's Dead Myers like the Kid Psychotic
Yo
I'ma take the keys to your soul
Woah
Lookin' for that sh*t, I got it
Urban menace, if I said it I meant it
I need a pus*y for the night, did I buy it or rent it
I said I've lost too much, like a trip to the dentist
So I ain't talkin' Darth Maul but I need an apprentice
I said woah
Pick up your phone when I call it
Takin' my chips I go all in
Feel like LeBron when I'm ballin
I can't get my nut so like Joseph i'm stallin
There is no precedent
Hollywood levellin'
Poppin' these pills and I treat 'em like medicine
Never been hesitant
This is my testament
Dreamin' this sh*t till I'm runnin' for president
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the f*ck that I sound like
You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simma down, simma down like it's brown rice
Body snap, pull a cord, said I'm wound tight
Don' tell me who the f*ck that I sound like