[Verse 1: J. Reid]
I'm an astronaut, who raps a lot
Plots don't stop when booty's drop
We breaking in your safe, and in your fridge, takin' your bacon
I'm mistaken for these f*ggot kids who flamin' like their satan
What I'm saying, is debating on who the f** is escaping
What I'm saying is your b**h receiving dick with all her curls
Let me see if she can post how I be hitching all the girls
In the eight I'm great, I rule this sh**
I whip with all the looters b**h
She blow 'til I shoot mayo out my tuba, That's an instrument
Don't care about the diamonds, or diving in with the hoes
I don't where Diamond cause I am into wearing my own clothes
I'm the sh** man, you a sh** can
I'm prime ribs and you burgers
I've been it man, from the get man
But you listen like you ain't heard us
Gotta sit man, take a pen man, check the wordplay in these verses
Told your girl get off her knees so I can eat her thighs like Churches
They say we're prime to rhyme and we will blow this time next season
If your dime's p**y is sore, my dude, just know you ain't the reason
Prime