[Verse 1: Ross Allen]
I been up for 3 straight days man I can't sleep
Opportunity knocking is it my dreams or the police?
Kicked the door down man where is the warrant?
See this that bullsh** what is the government doing!
And this that same sh** n***as will say but don't vote
That's that Bull sh** 08-09 Rookie season Derrick Rose
All this hypocrisy I see why they be k**ing us off
Just another body to the count like a f**ing hoe
Man I'm still up and I'm on day 4
If the rapping don't work then imma start kicking the door
The Vicodin wearing off I need a little more
Please call the prescription I can't handle addiction
So my plug made trapping just a family business
His mom bring home the work & ask for 10% of it
Patches on my jeans and my feet white Nikes
I keep the Ferragamo on me like my f**ing ID
I keep the dog in the trunk like I whip the Mystery Machine
Got your b**h trying to guess whats under these Guess jeans
And now I see these n***as want to be like me
Well I'm sorry buddy but they don't teach this at BandCamp
Flow so cold I wrote this in a Helly Hansen
In June way before I stepped foot on campus
Hit the brake fast when I switch lanes I'm reckless
Full plates like a n***a didn't even eat breakfast goddamn
[Verse 2: Ross Allen]
Now all this sh** I'm spitting here is old so
Don't be surprised when I switch the flows up
f** on your b**h then I crash on the sofa
Knock the pac out just like I'm Sammy Sosa
The plug want a feature? I told his a** holdup
Cough up the d** n***a this a holdup
Sipping that lean through a straw my composure
Double cup full of that purp on the coaster
Sipping codeine out the bottle no soda
Look at my coat n***a please take a photo
Grams in my pocket as loud as cologne
I'm talking Tuscan Leather Tom Ford
Mike hitting the jay like Markelle Fultz
I got my Gucci shipped in from the store
I told my b**h once they ship then it's over
I don't be high I just never be sober
I'm in LA cooking sh** like a Trojan
I'm in the 6 with a 10 a Derozan
Said she going give me that roller coaster
Certified arsonist lyrics in the holster
I'm touching more walls than Boy band posters
I might be crazy well n***a I know so
f**ing the game got these rappers in chokeholds
They say i'm cold so I keep me a coat on