put a towel underneath the door
i'm smokin' on that killa
i'm so super lit i can't even fight the feelin'
told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
i left without the ceiling
the real niggas fuck with me
i jump on the beat hungry
i am not fighting the feeling
i gotta be one of the realest
ain't no sauce for the free
ain't no land of the free
nothing's here for the cheap
still ahead of time with the cadance
it's feeling like the first time frank lucas hit with blue magic
i think that's them people at the door zeek
i think we done packed too much gelato in the
i'm smokin' on that killa
i'm so super lit i can't even fight the feelin'
told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
i left without the ceiling
the real niggas fuck with me
i jump on the beat hungry
fuck is you talkin' about?"