box talk. box talk. let this shit go around once
you nah' mean? let it do its due diligence
i should get my liquor license
i'm just out here with bars
lied when i said i'm from mars
no metaphor said before can describe shit like this
go in the booth and turn up every mic switch
to frequencies of high pitch
communicate with the beat 'til you take a defeat
i'll rupaul you in your hood
drag your name through the streets
catch diabetes seizures staring at heat
that i keep up under the fleece stuffed with london geese
ovengold turkey and cheese
can a nigga eat what he wanna eat?
fuck bitches with my timbs on my feet
and a toothpick in my teeth while we listen to sheek
she just ain't get in the jeep
when it come to digging these freaks
basically i do this shit in my sleep
you get a kiss on the cheek
and then a kiss on the cheek
back to business went from rags to riches
got rich and threw the rag back on my head after the bread
i blame brooklyn for the vulgar talk and shoulder walk
drive-bys is like a motor sport
shout out to my downtown niggas who literally hold the fort
might slight over to barclays and parlay
at 40/40 with the.40 on me
my jewelry ain't too gaudy
sometimes you got make examples and add to your story
every legend that i know went through to hell to get glory
i want the delorean parked near my 740
jogging in the park at like 7:40
my oldest son said he sexing his shorty
told him i don't want no episodes of maury
and don't be laying up with fourteen sluts
with fifteen hundred dollar butts from dr
but if he anything like me
he'll be a fucking retard
you know the apple never falls too far
i fucked every apple bottom that came too close
this the second time you came? you gross
i got a love-hate relationship with squirters
hate i gotta change the curtains
but some of 'em is worth it