Panic Room lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah!
I'm menace to your minister
But f*ck it, cause ya'll feeling it
So many questions who's the riddler
Maybe I should've been on ritalin
Sippin' on that hen' again
All we do is get it in
In again, in again, in again
I'm in a [?]
[?]
Do you want to smoke dear?
Puff puff, venison
n*gga, I'm killin' it
Tell that judge I'm innocent
All black hoodie on like
f*ck George Zimmerman
Motherf*ckers wonder why I'm spinnin'
So [?] take a look around at this environment we livin' in
Divy up my dividends
Motherf*ck your freestyle
I need my b*tch silent but I gotta have my weed loud
b*tch see me, freak out
Drugs got 'em geeked out
Young G-O-D, your B is trying to get this D now
I'm O.D.B., you B.o.B ass n*ggas is in indie now
Flow off the motherf*ckin' wall
No rebound
But deep down
I just wanna
Hop up on that
Eastbound 10 freeway
Doin' like a hundred twenty three miles per hour
Pull up on these coward f*cking police, smile
Roll that window down
Pull the piece out
Then it's peace out
But none of y'all can see me
So I could never be found
Got your b*tch so wet if I eat it I'll probably be drowned
Three rounds down sipping brown
b*tches strippin' down
Smoke a f*ckin' ton
f*ck a pound, we ain't comin' down
Thunder in my brain
Lungs full of clouds
Whether or not you like it my grandmama proud
She came to see me do my thing before a sellout crowd
There's fifty people at your shows
So who's the sellout now?
Hello, wild b*tches then we mount
The b*tches put it in they mouth, yeah!
n*ggas say they do it for the love
But don't forget the sex and the drugs