Verse (Jay Complex)
I’m on that motherfucking lean like the axis
My head is spinning, and the planet’s doing back flips
This is one, dumb chap with them crack lips
Spitting with all the enthusiasm of a last kiss
I’m going in like they threw the frigging book at me
Attention hog and such a glutton, tell em look at me
And as I write this, my head is really the lightest
Light headed, won’t try to fight this
Bout to be high as a kite is
Let me touch yo beat, I’m midas
I swear my chick is the nicest
I swear yo chick is the dykest
And still she said I could pipe it
Even if she may not like it
I’m living life like the livest
But still you are not invited
The party is in the court room, and you gotta be indicted
The attendees too excited
I’m slow motion but I’m wired
That’s my cup, that’s my cup, what you puttin in my cup? (x2)
Just once it’s purple or pink, then you know I’ll drink it up, what?
Hook (Jay Complex)
My homie Tusco said, he gone link us
Link us, ok, now link up (x3)
Really and truly, I only know how to do me
So let’s slow it down, slow it down, keep up with the new me, oh!
Verse (Jay Complex)
Ha, ok, I’m on that purple juvenile ish
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me (chop & screw)
Thanks to me, tell the pharmacy you are now rich
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me (chop & screw)
Laying back, wondering what gone make my pops the proudest
How bout this...the loudest
Spitta in the game, on a track to the fame
Is a victim to the substance, and he got yo last name
Verse (Skully)
Bow your heads to these young, fly aristocrats
Pen skills, pencils, nigga I'm the ish with that
Jordan number 9's, gold chain with the wrist to match
Styrofoam cup up in the air if you sipping that
Pink stuff, chink up, form G to J, we link up
Nothing's going down, but some youngin's getting chinked up
That's B.A.S.S. hoe! B.A.S.S. hoe!
Paper planes, we make those
Blowing smoke in yo face hoe
Playing 2k, bumping Peso
House parties, no Meek Mill
She won't, but she will
Don't spend on reefer and lean, that's no cheap thrill
Half a pound, half a pound, take a hit, you laughing now
Come to my crib, that's after hours
Your crew next, but that's after ours
These pictures I'm giving, usually vivid
Style be so exquisite, don't talk it unless I live it
Lyrics that I'm spitting make all of my haters livid
My team is never quitting, we pushing it to the limit, God damn!
Hook
Verse (Jay Complex)
I’m just searching for the Dalai Lama, asa lama lakem
This the straw that broke the camel back, I’m back wit it verbatim
Comparatively speaking, I’m Newton mixed with Lincoln
Call that down to earth, I’ll free your slave mind on the weekend
Oh, you didn’t know? I hit the bitch you taking pictures with
Oh, word? I bet you thought that she was innocent
I ain’t a nerd, but one chain makes me different
Underground renaissance man, master splinter shit
Doper than your average joe
Clever but average, so I guess I’m smart casual
Don’t be embarrassed just because your volume’s laughable
I’m turnt up to the maxable
Lazy boy relaxable
But still he’s so sick, to the point his gross is taxable
Exclusive like the after show
And thanks to that purple cup, no longer is he rational
Only ethnicity, that matters to me
Is pink...or purple...
Is you Stephon, or Urkel?
What’s up?!
Bridge:
I said it must beee...all this ice inside my muddy waters
When the whole crew looks at you, like this druggy taught us
He taught you everything you know
He’s taking it to a level not everybody can explore
Ashes on the dresser
Yours truly, don’t have to make an effort to impress her
Little homie standing at attention, she’s like yes sir
So I don’t second guess her...(Pouring sounds)
Bless up
Hook
