[Verse 1: T Zwol]
Check the sound, I come around and shut it down
And run my town, like Jay and Rhianna for the dollar
Pop my collar, do it without a sponsor
She, swallow the sorrow I swallow a bottle and hit it without a condom, wondering after d**h where do we go
I blow the weed smoke, indeed ease my mind slow
Find dough from delivering the Chinese
A word that resembles how my eyes be
I see everything through a different lens
When I get the money, I'm gon' cop a Benz
Smack a b**h if she raise her voice, that was a silly joke
Nah I'm forilly though I got that silly flow
Blow out your knees hoe, I want that Chuckie-Cheese dough
Easy as a free throw, believe bro
My palms itchin', but not quite making rational decisions
Had to switch the position I'm deaf, don't ever listen
My skin thicker, blame bad choices on malt liquor
A bizarre mic k**er
Moon walking while I'm bumping Michael Jackson thriller
Ash it and I pa** it to my main man Justyn
k**ing these jive turkeys its Thanksgiving we stuffin'
The Woods not a p**no
I got that delivery its not Digiorno
Bringing that heat believe, its inferno
Problems internal
Generation Of Greatness, we eternal
[Verse 2: T Zwol]
Planet Earth being ran by the corporations
Its dark in them ba*tards heart
You see the world is owned by Visa and MasterCard
But I've mastered art, turned to a shining star
While the rest of you come up shorter than Kevin Heart
Life is hard, got wounds and battle scars
You taking risks now a days if you go outside after dark
Turn off the news, we come in twos like Noah's Ark
Prod. by Harlow, you won't see me to tomorrow
Go hard bro, I'm a star yo
I'm still ill, baby chill, pop a pill, for real
In fine print you sell your soul to the Devil
When you sign the deal
But we still do it, spit it fluent
Your b**h she swallowing my fluids
She didn't have to do it
Keep her occupied
Go for mine, k**ing time, k** a rhyme
Anytime, any day, anyway
Here to slay and here to stay
Getting paid, getting laid, let it spray
Make em' shout, in the crowd
On a cloud, when I'm puffing loud, b**h get down
And give me the crown, its common sense
Do what you gotta do
My rhymes so sick they need Theraflu
Climb sh** quick like what a ferret do
So high I'm out in Paris on the Eiffel fool
But I'm scarred of heights
Hit cha' knees we get cheese just like mice
I'm still nice