I am not a human being
Uhh, p**y for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Yeah, kush and the blunts
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playin
I better replay 'em
Giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball
These days ain't sh** Young Money is
Got mars bars three musketeers
Come through coupe same colour as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!
Now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a motherf**ing grid
sh** f** with me and get hit
Shhhit I finger f** the nina make the b**h have kids
Just do it my n***a I just did
Name a motherf**er deeper than me b**h did
Ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream f** it
Whoever it is
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line Im not racin
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
Ughh, I'm rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich n***a lookin at the cops all crazy
It's the mob sh** n***a Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cuz people are strange
But I bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned
You can't see weezy nor wayne
Im in the far lane, im running this sh** hundred yard gain
Uhhh, swag on infinity
Im k**ing em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I will try you, I wouldnt lie dude
I must be sticky cuz them b**hes got their eyes glued
Young money baby we the sh** like fly food
Yall cant see us like the bride shoes.
I stand tall like a muthaf**in 92
I scream motherf** you and whoever design you
And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
And we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you.
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line Im not racin
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl
Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a n***a did a hundred curls
Rock star b*atch, check out how we rock
And if this aint hip hop it must be knee hop
Im higher than a tree top
She lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop
Spitting that he rock im smooth not Pete Rock
And my money on etcetera 3 dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run mothaf**a, cuz we not
You better run till your feet stop
You aint even on a f**ing alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop
Holding on to the top, and even if I let go I still wont G-rock
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line Im not racin
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not a human being