I'm slicker this year. I'm slicker this year
Cotton dockers come off the top with the pick in my hair
Prick off the block kickin pac bit off rocker pick up your profit
Bit off the rob and still ain't get the drop
You ain't got no style motherf**er
Flipping the pharcyde flirting with farces i don't speak farsi fist full of verses mist in the lungs lunge is a must
Strut through the rough
Canvas is scuffed
Got tore so up. guess I'm a bust
Pushing bounce on the sessions
No discretion
59 brush make your J's look like skechers
A flame lit off the kesha
k**in counting some cashes
Yung coogi all in your coochi
Yung ca**ius clay of the ma**es
I'm asinine...unless that a** a ten
I need some extra lines just to bag the spin
I need some extra dollars just to bag and spend
And some f**in follows for my raps to trend uhh
Unkempt afro. hemp sean kemp with a limp bumpin camp lo
Little black sambo no Santa thought id change the fanta for a handgun man if the man come might just get manic
Crackers tried to clown me out oooh best believe we ain't have it
I'm cool like that uhh I'm cool like that
All them white kids? tell me how you go to school like that
They're from connecticut, only blacks they heard of got no etiquette
So now they turn around look at you like that
Like you're an imbecile
Nimbus, ill slimmest jeans fitted
No filter like my stogs no fillin in your gimmick
Still k**in on the low, high ceiling for the menace
Veridic and eyes closed dilated by derelicts
These rappers with their callings need to go'n pick it up
I ain't fishing, man, i got my hookup
Watch pussies poppin fizz up
Ima get em shook
Bust when the cap off
No such thing as a halfway crook