Ye, back back to business why b**hes i mess with always trippin
But i always stay trippun
Planes, trains, vehicles to my dreams with triangles spinning wheels i see um
Life's a vending machine of feelings
Pay a price for your vice make it go away like those damn evil demons
I feel an encore, as they want more
I see the bright light, but i don't see the lord
But all eyes on me like my last name is ?
Flip a quarter like a boss
Double G shoe string that hold up my drawers
And most of you ladies just want to see them off
This rap sh** is my f**in sport
ESPN me and you'll see my stats start climbing!
Your anger, is rising, i speak so divinely, louie coutore i outshine shine
This world ain't gangland but 2029, cause i don't know if this cat got 9 lives
This is mental homicide, someone steps on my vibe, you dug your side to side
And all the b**hes wave at me, and all i say is... HA
But i'm too damn wavy...
Just say an amen, the prince has spoken