[Verse 1]
Smoke Sativa in Shanghai
b**hes callin' me Shuài
And I ain't got no wings
b**h, I'm always fly
Nah, Ion't f** with chickens
But they covered in Thai
I gave ‘em all vegetable oil
'Cause these n***as is fried
Like some overcooked steak
All these n***as is dry
Baby, almost doesn't count
But it's good that you tried
I got all these rappers towed
'Cause they ain't got drive
And I keep bout three hoes
So they callin' me pi
Said, they don't want me
Put the f**in' moves on ‘em
They better keep it on wax
Like a eardrum
You know I got a lot of bread
But I don't leave crumbs
And all my raps in mint condition
Like we chewin' gum
Don't ride the short, yellow bus
But my flow dumb
Got an abundance of disposable income
Anesthesiologist cause I got ‘em numb
All these n***as is some s**ers
Call ‘em Dum Dums
Plus I'm locked away in prison
'Cause I stole his b**h
I just handle business
Like it is a sales pitch
You a ugly little t(r)oll
Where the f**'s the bridge?
They call my wrist Perry
'Cause it's colder than a fridge
[Verse 2]
n***as couldn't even see me
If they had 20 vision
This piece is a Buddhist
Even though I am a Christian
They want me teach ‘em how
But I keep my secrets hidden
Went to jail for stealin' b**hes
So please pay me a visit
She give me more brain
Than the Office of Admissions
Call her The Head Doctor
But she ain't a physician
And you know that I ball
Like a player on the Pistons
I got more drive
Than a six-speed transmission
I keep a pink slip
'Cause I stay giving evictions
Went to trial for stealin' b**hes
But I ain't get a conviction
Enrolled her in rehab
'Cause my dick is her addiction
b**h, I am Jesus
But there ain't no crucifixion
I look like young Mike
When he was back in the Five
I bet you ain't know the Lord
You worship's alive
I stay chewin' these rappers
So I'm callin' ‘em Stride
I notice that they lost
I bet they glad I'm the guide
My bank account on Rick Ross
I ain't never denied
And n***a I'm the boss
But I see you applied
Sorry, I don't mean to floss
But I'm cleaner than Tide
They want me on the cross
But I'm the Lord that won't die
[Bridge]
Yo
I'm the lord that won't die
They want me on the cross
But I'm the Lord that won't die
Bank account on Rick Ross
I ain't never denied
And we ain't washing clothes
But I'm cleaner than Tide
[Verse 3]
They all know better
It's a no chill zone
Yeah, I f** with b**hes
'Cause they like to play with bones
I'm the one and only
Bet not catch you with no clone
They wanna keep my seat warm
But they can't sit on my throne
I got a lot of money
I be giving banks a loan
Got the gb out
I get higher than a drone
I called a foul ball
But they ain't pick up the phone
To get me outta here
They gone need some acetone