[Verse 1: Blu]
B-L-U and he sell too
n***as asking what the hell we do
Devine narration [?]
Besides explainations, got the details
Plus the dude got more soul than a retail shoe store
Said it's all good
I said y'all should let the [?]
Ayo, word on the chirp, you tryna boost smoke
No bull, wise like an old fool
Raybands covered our eyes like old wool
Ah, the man's a hell of a guy and so cool
Maybe cause he rule like Sir Lance
Got pull like a mule down the pants
Crafter with the lance's first glance
Than jizz with the izz at the end like Kurt Rambis
Dirt hands in my work stance
With the AK though like sure, man
You'd think the world would know by the third jam
Still make em' say his name twice like Duran
Durance is still like Duracell
Sat by a well in France to find the purest bell
Showed up in a bunny suit, furry tail, frocking by
I ain't hop, I need a McFlurry y'all
What you lookin' at? You cute as hell, curly tail
So when my current girl calls the world her
Had to stop by the seats and take a pearl purchase
No diamonds, but she sure worth it
Car failed, oh hell, had to slide my right hand in the purse
Tryna rap but couldn't get this mic stand to work
First verse, third next, you made it home
That's what a head n***a get for tryna say a poem
Allen Poe at the rave, tryna save Simone
Shouted, "New Blu exclusive!" played Grace Jones
Blame it on savior on the phone, got tapped
Last words was a slur for his poems
Got cracked past Christmas, holmes can't rap
Snatched up his wishlist and smoked seven stacks
Next holiday the hood got roaches
Said, why? Said they asked to be the dopest
[Outro]
Yo
Ugh, yeah lift it up
Can you pan, piss it from my cup
Twist it up, scrap it 'till ya bel-
Ugh, fill it, ham hock on the Kristen Dunst
Miserilla, do I only live once?