J Soma -- hipster and a hoodrat Thought I told you, all cherry on the wood dash Like -- girl, let me get up in them yoga pants Fifth of Havana Club, I think I'll give the ho a chance (Man) I got some fire weed on me Since my last sh**, I'm smoking fire weed only Mojito got some blanca in it, but I wouldn't notice -- If she hadn't brought it up after we both already chose it I'm thinking, Joseph Campbell over b**hes Some of that younger talk ain't different with older b**hes And now I'm rolling in some stitches Got me laughing at the game while I'm blowing the paper riches One time for that girl on the left With the rum and coke buzz in the yellow sundress, boo
(Damn) Would you come here for just a minute? Tryna take you to the beach and run through it like a finish (Wow) That was kind of brash, Soma Now you're cracking bottles and bending that a** over? What can I say? -- I get mine Too real of a story for a ten-minute set time So would you let my little f**ing bit of limelight shine? Mad you forgot sh** and that I highlight mine? Got some trees on me, no cedars or fir pines Backwoods on the plane, I'm talking some high times And I just lit my ninth dime up Ain't ever moved a brick, but I'm cooking some fine rhymes up I'm weird, but I'm worth a listen Even hungry I sh** on the competition (Babylon)