Rack rack city b**h....
Get get smacked silly b**h
I'mma give ya'll 50 bars on this one.....Ready?
So what they tryna hate for
They know I'm gettin' paid more
And when I'm in the club, everything I drink is paid for?
You left the picture and missed everything u stayed for
The game gettin' tough but this the sh** that I was made for
So act up, best believe you gettin' smacked up
Pedal to metal I ain't lettin' n***as catch up
And we could match up homie we gonn smoke too
Cause it's our time and we gonn shine like we supposed too
I told you, I'm the illest with this mic sh**
Spit it off the top, I'ont even gotta write sh**
My tight sh** sounds the best when I be dumb high
Cause I get Harvard brain and I'm far from an alumni
You dumb guys, I do rap and soccer sh**
You don't see me glow? I'm bout to blow like a rocket ship
U talkin' sh** I think its best that u dip and hide
Cause when I start to flow it be wet like a slip n slide
I'm gettin high u can tell my eyes is bloodshot
Take a lotta pictures but I stay away from mugshots
I do my thing boy I always do my sh** well
Rest in peace to em but I'm bout to smoke a Big L
Brain twisted, soul being lifted
You should hand over the mic like Taylor Swift did
See what the piff did, feel like I'mma die slow
Hit it and a n***a spit fire like I'm Spy-ro
My eyes low, compliments cause I rhyme well
I'm runnin' in your crib like I'm Kramer off of Seinfeld
You sleepin' boo? I slide thru, like PeekaBoo
You frozen in shock now ya nickname is Pikachu
Jeez - I swear I'll try and take it easy
A n***a need a wife but need some b**hes who are sleazy
For when I'm feelin' low, they know exactly how to please me
To all my n***as listenin' I know ya f**in' sees me
Yeaa
Cause I got b**hes on the side
That'll hop on the dick, if I feel like gettin' sidetracked
They ride that til I nut and then I pa** out
Then I give em food and and cab and kick they a** out...
That's how a player do
And I'mma player who
Loves gettin' brain so shout outs to all my players too
And they say hate the game not the player boo
But b**hes doin' circles like muhf**in dreidel do
And I'll shake up the whole damn place
My punchlines'll punch lines in ya whole damn face
I smoke weed and sip goose til I start to get loose
Fake n***as gimme dap, I leave em hanging no noose, damn
You can't battle? well I'll k** him myself
A registered s** offender how I'm feelin' myself
You feelin' the wealth, well I got paper in sight
A lotta n***as can't stand how I'm rapin the mic
But all this herb got me lookin' like a china man
Everybody know I rap so I rhyme when I can
Try and name somebody with as many lines as ya man
Time is money guess I gotta lot of time on my hands
And I got paper in my pockets I'm just achin' to burn
N you could shine when its ya time but keep waitin' ya turn
Cause its mine n I'mma grind til this paper I earn
And ion preach but ill teach til they blatantly learn
Understand I'mma boss, I could never take an off day
Cause I'mma be a star who got bucks, no latte s
Papi what the ladies love to call me
Cause they love when I get it up like wall street
I'm good lookin', rhyme tight, and I flow nuts
Krispy Kreme workers even sayin' that my dough nuts
I go nuts boy....