[Produced by Flying Lotus] [Verse 1: Captain Murphy] f**! A true believer's manifesto I do, The King he say so Crown the boy and k** these f**ing jesters on the dice roll The bottle got 'em real nice, I got the night popping off Ain't never rock no mic, I only Rachmaninoff Tell these hoes knock it off, my lawn is looking real pretty Spend a lot of time snorting lines off your b**h's titty Laugh it up fuzzball You didn't see us back there She spent her night contemplating life within a nut hair I know you think its not fair but this is how it be though A s**y beast control the globe chilling in a speedo Above the law, making bets Sing my song, make your bets Just keep it raw, n***a About to spark the la, n***a Smoke an L with the Captain, ain't nothing that he lacking Cadillacing on some rap sh**, ain't never look back When I leave her lost looking for my number on the napkin This is how it happened, the voodoo in my rapping Who knew she'd be lacking all the sk**s it take To make The King a couple steaks Separated from the fakes Now you see the fate we make, terminate the f**ing hate Before I go and leak the tape or masturbate When I humiliate The God is really great, blessed up on the record crate Bet she gonna take the bait, telling her she think she late Put a stain upon her pretty taint Lick the tip or shake the weight Up on the first or second date Put a stain upon her pretty taint Shake the weight or lick the tip Up on the first or second date Put a stain upon her pretty taint Shake the weight or lick the tip Up on the first or second date