[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
I'm rock 'n rolling
Lock, Stock, & Two Smoking Barrels with my homies
London boy, Jason Statham
(?) if I go to prison
These n***as know my vision, I don't need no revision
I get money all the ways that I had dreamed of, this rhythm
I got to get them
Drop so much hot sh** like Sriracha dinner
They pulling cards, Imma go fish 'em
I promise I don't trust no n***a (none of you)
If God didn't have a sense of humor, why'd he make me funny
And if you grew up ugly then you probably getting money
And if you grew up co*ky then you probably working (?)
Punk n***a, you went left trying to punk n***as
You so dramatic, (?) n***as
And now you blowing (?) n***as
These black shades, I'm the one n***a
Mr. Anderson, don't embarra** him
I'm doging bullets, Jackie Chan and them
Get stripped like (?) and them
[Hook: Michael Christmas]
Quality sh** talking talking
Rockstar sh**, popstar sh**
I'm a seedless n***a get a popstar b**h
Yeah
(x2)
[Bridge: Michael Christmas]
Dark alleyways got celebrities doing c**aine
All they wanna do is come back like Rogaine
sh** get me shook when the door close
Cause they got some more hoes
So they could deliver like DiGiornos
That's the point of hoes
[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
I'm sipping liquor just so I can figure
All the times that I felt like a b**h
When I was dreaming of a championship
Last picked in my recess click
And try to bury all the memories
Rearrange, your energy building
Shows I done filled it
Hit up hoes from way back when
Then hit it off of guilt sh**
I could be a business
Or I could get a whip and try to fly if off a building
Which one would make me less p**y
Which one would make me less shook
Which one would make me living legend
Get a reverend
Tell him bless him, he's a master do not test him
Heaven sent him, lie a message
Keenan Ivory got the letter
n***a