[Blast Holiday]
I do my 5 to the 9 thang
59 to the 9 thang...
[Verse 1]
Pull up in a bucket, no plates, no number
In the window, I'm still gon yank like I'm late
To my own funeral... I'm still gon' crank
Eyes looking like I popped Benadryl, a straight imbecile
Lurking through your window sill, home invasions been a thrill
Ice City boy giving chills like funerals
Let me take a breath, nah really, take a breath
Out a chest remove flesh, insert shrapnel for capital
Spell it out in capitals, C-O-L-D
On Shattuck Avenue, my zone compared to Baton Rouge
Angola attitude, stick or get stuck
Bareback have your dick in the dust, brush my shoulders off
Can't leave no prints in the pie or crust
Cause the lawyers cost is high enough, each charge
Carry five and up, but my bars like five men stuck
In a mental institution with straight jackets...
Instrumentals turn pollution when Blast rapping
Blend it like Belushi; high-rank, you a half-captain
Heard your mixtape and it made me wish I had Aspirin
You call that mad ga**ing? It had me mad laughing
Bearfaced got space where it's mad traffic
On the rock like a glacier filled with bad habits
On the Glock it's a laser, all black plastic
You still rocking platinum FUBU, just mad tacky
Daddy Mack, the Mack Daddies hustle a** backwards
Criss-cross like Chris Bosh to be a fast Raptor
Zips cost big soft, dog the park's Jura**ic
He want a T-Rex, that mean make it snappy
Too much soda and anthrax make that cake nasty
Sell 'em three-for-ones, it ain't no way the fiends pa** me
So when it comes to the paper and pencil
Scribble bout the bricks cause the streets is influential
Had a Benz and a Jag with no rims on
61st crashed, damn near flew out the window
Woke Damage up, he like "here we go again bruh"
Day later me and Ak in the S Type
Heat seaters on comfortable, feeling just right
Came off Dover, snitch n***a had to drop a kite
Ten seconds later high-speeding through the red light
From the back is cool, but her mouth make that head nice
And just because I say and ? it don't mean we the white
Look, we could pick a heist to hit and free Lil Spice
And we could book the shows without dancing like Vanilla Ice
If you start it over you gon' hear me k** this beat twice
A music murderer, lyrical hitman
Part-time burglarer, part-time kingpin
Syrup get gerber-served, 50 on the weekend
Pharmacy's closed so that price be decent
Constantly chiefing, baby mama cheating
Tongue-kissing n***as so my nut they be drinking
Did he take it there, swan dive off the deep end?
I could take you there, but my name not Sean Kingston
Hutch is still weakened, talking bout I love you flow
Say they go crazy when we play lady eskimo
Holiday next to blow, get a verse while it's cheap
Because when I get signed, 5900 a piece
5900 beats on 5900 street
Do the crime did the time, 44 weeks...
No telling on nobody man... I'm free now and I got you. It's a rap