You know me well
Ain't nothing you could tell
When I get on the mic
b**hes better ring that bell
And I get real
They wrap it in the blunt
b**h I smoke it in a bill
I just want to die rich
But I'm k**ing myself
I try to avoid Satan
But he's catching my belt
If you try to f** with me
You get G.L Rockwell'ed
I know about d**h
I know about hell
Call me Luka Magnotta
Cause I chop a**es for real
I put together these verses like it ain't nothing to me
Cheddar's melting up on me like maccaroni
Ask a homie I'm about that champagne
Chronic in my blood stream
f**ing b**hes so hard
Mashing up the box springs, (yeah)
Find me to the top man
I'm feeling that breeze
And I rather die standing than live on my knees
It ain't about no magical or miracles
With work and many struggles
Only d**h becomes an obstacle
The spectacle is over
Mother f**er grab your testicles
I'm on my pedestal.. You licking popsicles
We getting physical..
These b**hes know me yo !
The web is going crazy, but I'm keeping it real
And I'm smoking it still
Taking pictures burning my bills
But last day I went America, in for the k**
A motherf**er tried to stabb me cause I came from Brazil
We pimping b**hes from Alabama
Cali, Atlanta, Roma
I rep it like Dennis Hof
I'm puffing it on the sofa
Man I'm a mother f**ing V.I.P
They be playing with me
Mother f**ers should flee
And I ain't care about lyrics
I just care about bricks
If you tired about rap
You should listen my sh**
Me and my b**h we sipping on these red cups
Don't co*k block
Forgot her name I had to take her to Starbucks
Pull my nuts out.. You see this big ball sack?
Spit your guts out
Or you get f**ed ASAP
Smoking on the ganja
Drinking on the Grant's
I take a walk on Elm Street
You can feel the danger...