My name is Beezy B to the Z
Im a pothead and my eyes are red
Im brain dead im born that way
I smoke every motherf**ing day (HOOK)
Hater, hater, call yourself a player
I am the trainer the rap creator
I still feel high in an elevator
I love that purp im all about the nature
Yeahhh, i love that green
Im seventeen a teen living all my dreams
THC machine a bit of codeine
Gotta be extreme its the new routine
Its the best way to go, blunts to blow
Weed to smoke you know that i never choke
In my flow you gotta be the real pro
The real big boss in the studio
On radio, i'd show everything i got
Even if my cells are rot i smoke lots of pot
But i dont get caught its called beeing slick
Im not some dumba** getting stuck in sh**
(HOOK)
Were chilling in the dark
In the dog motherf**ing park
Got a blunt to spark
f**ing high just like tony stark
k**ing from the start
Let me talk let the pitbull bark
Im not yet a star
I'mma rapper gotta leave my mark
Listen to my vision
My right of expressing
My lines that enlight
This stupid world that we live in
I ain't got no leash
New beast sharp teeths
Running up your streets
With the f**ing lines on my sheets
Im seventeen smoking blunts and smoking rigs
I am not mean i smoke kush f** the pigs
It smells like bacon when every there comming
But the city is taken by the d** that are running
And they can't do sh** because they cannot see
The purple ozies of bz the shark of the sea
Call me rap clark kent now my word is sent
MTL represent and im the rap president
(HOOK)