Blunt full of sour, I'm out of orbit and lovin.
Stunt, since you're louder. I doubt if its more than nothing.
Chump or a coward, we bout it you like my cousin.
But once you get devoured, the sour's not what you puffin.
I do my thing better, you get wetter and jealous.
I pass out. You hit several fellas.
Now a nigga set up. Spirits saying "get up".
Extra extra. Waiting for the big guess what.
A long night. A strong fight. Head blugend with a long pipe.
Legend with the wrong guy. Which guy? Tell my witch "try".
The curse makes me slip, so I tell my bitch die.
This is blacken. Halo with the bottom line.
Shit gets cracking. Laying as I bottle 9.
Bitch it happened. Crazy but I gotta die.
Waiting for my homicide.
Play it if you down to ride.
Flashback back to back to back that crap.
Mad whack. Snack on Apple Jacks snack wraps.
Past that, I pass Jack the Chaz cat.
Mad whack. But have rap as a snack rap.
The ass cat relaxes, using AFLAC.
I got your back. Where Lenox Ave at?
We go to Lex and ain't nobody flexion.
Ain't nobody question. Ain't a body blessed with exiting.
My best friend is reason why I would snipe the fucking president.
Did time because I hit a cop.
Did my time, then I did a line, hit a dime, in her mind, in her twat.
This is my time, nigga dine on a bigger shot.
Missle flies by, hit your eye, then hits your block.
Grin and grind when it's dinner time. My rock.
Jigga, fine. Get your shine. In my prime, I rock.