the enlightened entrepreneur
you could smoke a spliff on a cliff
but ain't no mountain high enough
or wide enough to try to touch
the author calling' writers bluff
i really don't think you write enough
and them ghostwritten verses you purchase you couldn't buy enough
my signature move like i'm signed to duck down
travis barker bring the drums out
rappers talking' shit and they team tell me
come eat if you wanna beef
gotta be on my level though
i ain't huntin' for sheep
i'm huntin' something with teeth
wakin' the coroner up just to lay you under a sheet
i don't need dwayne johnson to rock a nigga to sleep
but we really ain't niggas
but i could keep it a secret
it remain conscious and stomp niggas on beats
put the clap in the track
i'm from the city where the system hate the citizens
think a innocent child criminalize 'em
they'd rather penalize 'em
that what incentivize 'em
i spot a clown and pennywise 'em
liquor stores on every corner
tryna escape it with sports
hopin' they win the heisman
i'm chasin' a different dream
i make a million on straight bars
even if i shake materialistic things
still keep three infrareds
keep up with the bar scheme
talkin' chase like a car scene
give 'em the middle finger
holdin' your neck when the pistol ring
like nicotine and emphysema
bring it to your door like niggas that get subpoenaed
it's the king of grippin' neenas
lyrical genius bringing fire
rick and teena with the heater
flee the scene and switch demeanors
born a king like miss regina
i stood on the throne like once a week for 'em
them other series was keepin' my seat warm
what happens when they reposses your cars up?
you fuckin' with' crooked
you fuckin' with' crooked