[Intro] I suppose the dope verses in order Thinking it is worth that sh** [Verse 1] Yo All I know is paradise I'm tearing mics I'm slowly k**ing like a parasite From up north, so I'm hella tight Fella might take a pella flight through the sterile nights Check the Fahrenheit [?] But never limp but never nice Representing neglected mics and hold them tight, like "Everything's gon be alright" But it ain't, cos I be k**ing 'em in silence It's Mr. Zoolander slowly stirring up the violence Got weed as loud as sirens Got bars for dope fiends I'm just serving all my clients, got the outlook of a giant Forever dope, but never hope Never trust a clever hoe All these b**hes hate the leash, might as well just f**ing let it go My flow is unprofessional, so come and f**ing test it, hoe Y'all f** its trying to act hard, but sensitive as testicles On point like decimals But I ain't never stressing those The future, the only reason I learn my f**ing lessons Crazy love sickos, you know we fill those 'rillos Making dreams into reality, y'all leave 'em on your pillows Shout out to the turn up monster We stay out by the Bay Getting b**hes everyday, like andale (n***a) Ay still pimping on my broke sh** But still manage to smoke spliffs Woke up and felt like sh**, grabbed a pen and f**ing wrote this Blessing all of y'all, on my pope sh** Holding onto my hope sh** But life leaves me asking the mic, "Why do I hold this?" Hopeless, bogus, feeling useless, always losing focus Hoping y'all take notice Hope you find any way to get fed, just like a broke b**h On the track with no sprint Claiming that you're dopeness But when you turn your back, you say you're whack And you know this