my man dirty had to boot it
just to put me in my right mind
drop jewels and bright lines
laugh it out by the pole light
show shorty to the back room
place your race she acting like a vacuum
showed her to the door before the afternoon
she fell hard on the floor
so you know that she'll be back soon
fake mc get their raps wrong
young villans up upon a track
ressurect and boom back from the tomb
drags dope like crack in cocoons
it's the motherfucking real
pay respect to the cat drew
i'm trying to find my own lane
it ain't no free way to life
tryin' not to lose his soul
'til the rims holes are gone
'cause once the devil drive on
that nigga ain't letting go
and i'm far from religious
i just know right and wrong
i know how to write these songs
i know how to light these bongs
and i'm pretty good and being bald
like scirocco pressed the pedal to the floor
weap chick i tried to back
heard the song and turned around
now she want me to enter her pants
i got sick in class started making classics
now all i really do is get the grass lit and
i'm sure they'll blow like bust acid
like mav' chuchu maverick
and i'm average above average on an average day
doing bad shit but you still can't pass this
and his teacher still pass him
they be having rapping secession's over adding lessons
monopolies and tax the homies
divide lexus to resize the lease
so my eyes could see through the ease
shown you all how about decease
after asses like apostrophes
you can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee
head at the spot and leave
joey bad and chuck strangers