[verse 1]
Long lost soul who's sole purpose is to inebriate
Rep my state, and fornicate with blond b**hes who's period late
Oh, what's fate when i'm faded?
Oh, what's a rambling mind to a rambling man who feels jaded
By societies' pressures, f** that, society think iphone's precious
I'm talking run the j**els off the track
A misfitted, dumb-witted, quick-spittin', c*nt-lickin' pap
Tryna get hella elevated off the rap
I see skies when i'm sky-high, my third eye open, potent the flow and the loud loud, shut your trap, live in the moment
With my bifocals lenses, i peep the omen, one and the same, no matter what they paying, RIP Wayne, just saying, i'm omnipotent
If you rich, you roll around in Benz, & Benzes, i plan on getting rich and rollin round with blunts & bent whips
Sorry, i meant a Honda Oddesy from '06
Or '05, oh my, driving backwards like the 5-0
The maestro, of hidden lyricism in tombstones
Paid two bones, to get a lick off a tit who's two-toned
I'm too stoned to rap seriously, just written off for delusional delivery
I stay ablaze, i got hella tree
A forest burn down, they come & look for me
So uh…….peace
[verse 2]
Because it's hard for someone who's so unfocused
So misunderstood, point and laughed at from ford focus
Still dope as dope-sellers, flirt game like ross geller
Nothing will last forever, so is life an endeavor?
Or a treasure to hold close to yr heart
If it ain't art, then it ain't sh** to a fart
Get that? as in, i make what i make
To solely create, not caring about yr opinion or hate
I'm just trying get hella famous, in my mind of course
Possibly out there, but behind these closed doors
Is untapped potential just waiting to glisten
These fake friends, they could never listen
I'm pissed but all will be forgiven
I mean, what's a pen to a prison?
[verse 3]
Im laughing while smoking a spliff and gaining wisdom
Abandoning religion cuz my mind is like a prism
Instead, it's "what bosby believes in so quit your b**hin'", i'm spitting hella Frieri cuz im freestylin in the kitchen
I'm itchin' for a 40 ounce, lemme get to sippin
I'm really an "i don't give a f**" kinda kid &, i'm coughin at the end of the spliff cuz it's filled with hella risin, i've risen from the grave, and i'mma get to k**in
Illest of f**ing villains, eyeing up in da building
Building up my supply & supplying the f**ing millions
Guru of f**ing fiji, d-j upon the scratchy
Ashy the doobie, po-po pursuing, dodgy the piggy
Iggy pop, lit a stoogie, pardon all of da newbies
Unforgiving & k**ing careers when they'd rather shoot me
Hope i'm dug 'fore im buried, life is just kinda scurry
Holein up in the coop cuz i'm sly & ur murray
I'd send an SMS text for a chance to recollect
I walk by SLS and i'm instantly filled with regret
How could i forget that materialistic possessions ain't sh**?
And i'm standing right on the edge, so i guess time to go dip
Swinging heavy a** chains make me feel so reckless
A .44 or .45 categorized as stressors
And i've tried calling out to god or some predecessor
They don't pick up the phone & i can't leave a message