[Verse 1]
Cannabis, can it be Hennessey
Medical enemy
Frenemy with frenefits
Or a friend with benefits
Pensive b**h, extraterrestrial expensive sh**
Extraordinary memberships
Platinum cards, black diamonds
Gold crosses, fat rhyming
Old farces, flow flying low
Like a spotter helicopter
Got a chopper in the car (Grunt)
Yeah a chopper in the car
Oh wait, wrong song
sh**, I'm way too gone man
Missing in action like danica Patrick
That's winning on chances
Polluting the fans and
My rhyme is gigantic
And yall cannot stand it
I'm a monster
A city stomping charmer
A father for fosters a martyr for starters
Attacking the planet a bottle in hand
Crushing the earth with size tens like I'm stepping on sand
And slowing my flow down for the end of the verse
Pop back to semi automatic or a three round burst
[Verse 2]
Right back in it
I only need a minute to win it
As long as the ba** is up and the dj can spin it
Rhymes flying by your eyes a mile a minute
So fast that you can't even attempt to commit it
To memory, auditory sensory imagery
Got a 12 guage pump in my car, call it mini me
You think you bossin' come back at me slime
My flows dead on the clock cause it's never off time, man
Atomic bombs and holo sights
And don't you know that roach is always heard on holla sites
And the breakers and the b-boys be bumping this sh**
Never m.i.a. on a creative spit
I fly like planes get high rolling papers
And the next time you see your girl tell her that ill see her later
You think you got a hold of her then your dead wrong
Roach is all over her like his words on this song