Fashawn - Pa** The Cohiba lyrics

Woke up pissed off, dick hard Just thinking What the f** Im'ma do with these Abe Lincolns Stacking these Ben Franks, big bank Still your average sh** stanks Feeling like a shark in the fish tank Swimming with piranhas Swisher full of ganja Twisting up my conscience, distant from the nonsense Giving it to 'em constantly, the kid is a monster I'll k** any concept and rip any concert The flow H20, like water Born 88, but 99 when's life started for a young disciple I stopped reading the bible And started reading n***as body language I was inspired by the guys I hanged with Type dangerous, saturated by mob sh** The mind-frame I'm in Spending time writing rhymes trying to shake the pen One time trying to take me in We counting dough Doing shows out in Berlin Germany they never heard of me places I've never been Where should I begin, where your career ends n***a This sh** sounds beautiful man keep this sh** rollin' for me my n***a I think I've got this earth mastered From the turf a ba*tard Now I swerve through pastures of green Brush shoulders with actors I mean Considered that little n***a with big dreams It was 09 when I started making cream Ballin like my homies that should have went to the league Planted they first seed, converted to slanging weed Try not to get devoured by money power and greed They say I'm shining I know They blinded I'm focused Grinding, my eye on the final hour Posted, renegade with a pen and page I rip the stage Gritting and grinding through with grits and grain I set the strip ablaze They ask what I think of fame I say skip it and keep your sh** the same Music business insane like morning love Say, it's a shame what rapper's will do for a name Saluting a chain I think they're brusing a Buddha Polluted my brain, cuz no 1 and 2 is the name It's the sh** that I formulate Psycho as Norman Bates Even color-coordinated the n***a you outta hate Really doubting where my mind at ya'll relate Narrate, author of that raw sh** call me Kane Arm and hammer grammar it could put me in the slammer Rather be in Atlanta rolling swishers in a hammock Home chilling with Hannah, lampin in my pajamas Sribbling in my Tablet, me and my baby mamma Done touring laving, same old madness Network traffick, stacking, overdrafting Number one draft pick with a Mac 10 Balling like Pac 10 cuz the club packed out Rap nerds that listen to craft work count cheese like ? n***a I'm absurd, remind you of the Golden Era Use to tote Lorettas, push dough there was no one better No hope got me rolling letters Out of dro I be smoking resin Case closed, kept me floating below the heavens 44's, blow hoes, so my motherf**in' foes get the message Somebody phone the paramedics I'm in the zone Feel at home even when I'm on the others side of the globe Riding alone, jotting what's inside of my dome