Caskey - Fear and Loathing in Los Angeles lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Beats by Choc [Pre-Chorus] Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson Rap good as that kid outta Compton And the money comin' in, that's constant At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster Y'all need to quit that gossip It don't write checks and it don't make profit I'm on the road like a year-old tire The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic [Chorus] Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic [Verse 1] Okay, I'm really vibin' No wonder all of his haters won't get beside him I took a macro dose of livin' my dreams And a micro of psilocybin When I was broke, it was just schemin', connivin' He get provoked after seein' where I've been Could've been you if you put this much effort in Ain't on the come up no more, I'm arrivin' Yeah, y'all can't focus enough 'cause you busy decidin' Knew I'd be rich when I came out the pussy The doctor was holdin' a diamond I dropped out of school And told 'em, "I'm hustlin', I can't be doin' assignments" Gettin' my tarot cards read I've been a bald head 'cause it's all in alignment Okay, I run laps lookin' like Usain Bolt Put a pussy in a Liu Kang choke Homie wanna beef with the big boys 'til the big toys came out, now it's, "You can't smoke" I done smoked DMT with my girl, saw fractals Got the drive like I turned both axels Did LSD once And I saw what Eve was tryna see when she bit in that apple [Pre-Chorus] Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson Rap good as that kid outta Compton And the money comin' in, that's constant At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster Y'all need to quit that gossip It don't write checks and it don't make profit I'm on the road like a year-old tire The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic [Chorus] Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic [Verse 2] Okay, I busted straight through the veil of reality Ain't no bread in your pockets It's like you dietin' and countin' the calories Man, I hustle like no other Picture them only payin' me salary Had no potential, I pulled this sh*t outta me Just to sh*t on all the people who doubted me Yeah, and to wreak in front of people who proud of me In the car spaceship Reason why I'm in a whole different galaxy I should've been in some academy But I'm a rollin' stone like my daddy The motorcycle tires all chrome Your price sittin' low like the Cadi Price on ya head if I want it Chip off the block, I'm a stunter Dice in the lobby at the strat Gotta make it stack before summer Hit a motherfu*ker where it hurts You could never hurt me, it's a bummer And besides Weezy F, I'm The hardest rapper ever signed to Stunna [Pre-Chorus] Drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson Rap good as that kid outta Compton And the money comin' in, that's constant At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster Y'all need to quit that gossip It don't write checks and it don't make profit I'm on the road like a year-old tire The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic [Chorus] Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic