Theo killin it, this beat is fire, I won't pass that
Bong rips during lunch got me passing out in math class
Dreaming up schemes of accumulating fat stacks
Of mason jars full of green like the one in my nap sack
Uh, did I just say that? Fuck erase that...
Whatever, my mom never listens past the first track
But don’t doubt that, my flow is down pat
Im killin em, sicin em, leavin em cold
Breaking they ankles cuz they are too old
Frail, pale in comparison to us
I nearly busted a nut
When I heard kanye liked my stuff
So now im upper level leavin yall down in the dust
They say live and let live, but killin them all is a must
Yall know I got a flow like a hobo
No dough, but I could take you home though
Just hop on my train, while its roll slow
Ill let you take a couple puffs off my leftover home grown
Ill take you all to the show, youll see me showboat
Im not snortin, but im floatin off this coke float
Piggin out diggin in, I hope you dig it
I make this shit look easy like im dunking over midgets
Assume that im careful with each clause when I lay it
But really this the first shit came to mind, I just say it
Play it in your tape deck, spit along , call it sprayin
No drive by, just drive high, chillin on the raps im layin
Im all about the ganj
Straight weed, no promo dippin
Im not really trippin
Just bud, no hippie flippin
I'mma pepsi man
Got no coke in my kitchen
I whipped up a batch brownies
Faded from the batter lickin
Shottie plow to the dome, methadone
Got me goin insane, batshit, bitch
But I don’t play games
And you can't fucking tame the mane of this
Super seian what I want cuz I don’t give a
Fuck with me, feel how fast the .45 blow
Im headin for the top, you straight chillin six feet below
Im boutta to kill em all
2012 On some mayan shit
Mayan got that booty fat, she eatin on my pie and shit
Hotter than satan flame
Im staking claims on matin dames
But only dimes, im talking fine
Top of line, just like my rhymes
I think its about time to kill em all, kapeish?
Last time mayan had my pie, this time im making her eat my quiche
Im ballin till I fall, fly high above while they just stay below
They in the penalty, 1n1, im sinking free throws
Sorry bout the bruises on your knees, but I got needs tho
You say you need some love but you won't get none from me, ho
Got money on my mind, they told me that’s where its supposed to be
Don’t need to watch my back cuz there ain't no body that’s close to me
Im posted g, the poster on your wall says it explicity:
That purple, orange, green got me higher than my domo T
Im tryna be the rapper you could never see in me
I stay gold duckets, and fucked up like the economy
I got buckets of kush, or bushels, fuck, its all the same to me
Im insane, please, believe me or I’ll cut your life expectancy
The door to success was open, yea, They said they’ve been expecting me
I told em that its tempting, but I must decline respectfully
I already got that fly whip, so the cash ain't really stressing me
L ridin, eyes on the prize, you could call it ford focusing
Hash slinging slasher
She gives me brain, then I bash her
Brains in, im crazy, slay em daily then they pay me
Just playin, they don’t pay shit
But they will, oh she will, bitch
Drake wasn’t sure, im here to clear up the confusion
