[Intro]
(Huh?)
Funny how I'm finna start this sh*t
Joint in my hair, finna spark this sh*t
Finna paint a picture like I'm artistic
Watch this sh*t
Finna have 'em gossiping
Don't pay no matter what this gossiping
Push beef like I'm cow tipping
Shoes tied; I am not tripping
n*gga, I'm a bull with the mic like Scott Pippen
(Oh shiznit..)
[Verse 1]
You motherf*ckers gone get enough of discussing
Who the hottest one when they be dropping like I don't
Exist!
Close to the gutter like I'm bowling big
Yeah, I'm bigger than Hot Dog, I'm a Polish, b*tch!
Ain't nobody cold as this!
If it's next to my grass, n*gga, I ain't finna mow the sh*t!
(Why not?)
Cause n*gga
I stay in the clouds
I'm never on the ground
How am I to notice it?
Now I'm finna switch the flow up, n*gga, hold up
If you got weed, n*gga, roll up!
Yeah, I'm getting money n*gga, so what?!
Oh, what? You mad you ain't picking up whips like a tow truck?
n*ggas who be thinking like that be killing me!
Somebody point me to the women, please!
All I need in my life is a bright-skin
Tryna get eight from the side for infinity
(Wait a minute, G.)
I get out of pockets, but I promise, I'm honest
I'm just tryna get to the Commas
And I'm never gone stop it until i think I have a heart attack
Demi Lovato
I see you haters in the back, wishing that I would just swallow
But man, I can't
A weapon on top like a tank
n*ggas wishing they belong in a tank
Tryna keep up with my lyrics, man
They all finna faint
Finna drop a tape
Then I know they all finna hate!
(The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.)
[Verse 2]
Goodness gracious!
Finna lift-off
People think I'm mixed with spaceship!
I don't know, but I know I'm not mixed with basic
I can never, ever get complacent
People tell me that the way that I spit's amazing
And I speak so articulated
And sophisticated
Tell the people I run it
I keep it a hundred
I think that be a Ben Franklin related
(Oh my God!)
I'm a different dude
Js in my hand, no, not the tennis shoes
I got your girlfriend in my phone, sending nudes
Man, I swear to God, that sh*t was rude
But now I'm in the game
And yeah, I'm finna bend the rules
Bite my shiny, metal ass
Like the Bender dude
But don't you ever get the sh*t confused
Cause I'm close to the hood like an engine, fool
No n*ggas that really gripped a tool
f*ck around and out a pole to a b*tch like stripper move!
*gasp* I ran out of breathe, hold on...
[Verse 3]
(Aight.)
What the f*ck do I look like?
Stopping this hot sh*t
I know the people watchin'
Got an ill mind like Hopsin
Smoke tropic
Until my eyelids turn violet
I don't really wanna ever have to get violent
Fly as a pilot!
And I'm only 6'2"
But I could f*ck around and dap God if I stood on my wallet
I'm forever rising
Surprising all of my haters and now
I'm serving n*ggas like waiters
Tip me or meet the tip of the nine!
(*gunshot*)