Keh keh keh keh yuh.. get Twisted Sundays we ain’t gone waist no time look..

A lotta folk jockin
This beat rockin
Southwest raised g mob still poppin
The Blades still choppin
The Babes still boppin
The Rap game look like the new slave auction
Can I getta what
Can I getta who
I flow for the trigger happy rappin jigaboos
And those that be itchin to clap at the biggest coup
Who pack an smg but don't work at the ticket booth

Look No movie
Real raps in my iTunes no uzi
Low key fat fine but she pose goofy
High key flow raw but it's no sushi
Boy I'm on wipe me down like the old boosie

Yuh. shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shout out Sim he the coldest with the dance moves
Try love try GOD and you can't lose
But try me And ima you what these hands do

Yea.. young journ hit me up said she movin down
Used to ride metro but I'm boomin now
I only rap to bring the ratio of coonin down

Don't sleep on me..

I got no chill, every beat I'm on road kill
GOD bless me wit cheese like Ro-Tel, cause I ride his coat tail

Most my patnas still make door sales
And they be like o well
Rock so much ice it look like snow fell
And they move it wholesale

Go TELL (it on the mountain) it's WEE-GWEH (to the people pronouncing) my last name ( acting like it's a fountain) of con-so-nants (when they making) announcements

I'm tired of it. Stop it
I do GODS work I'm philanthropic
I keep my beard glistening like a prophet
And hell if I ain't the plug them I'm the socket

I swear the whole hood got my back like a chiropractor
Cause every bar I get it poppin like a firecracker
I'm tryna go from genesis, to the final chapter
So whenever the trumpet blow I survive the rapture

Yuh yuh.. you'll catch me hang gliding on clouds, screaming out no diggity no doubt Elohim next to me lookin Hennessy brown

We both jiggin
Swear I'm married to the game I elope different
Used to dream about the slab with the 4s tippin
Back when twista & do or die had me po pimpin
Every bar guava you can see the flow drippin

Yuh! Don't touch my drip let it marinate
I swear I'm good in every hood like a pair of j's
It's the reason every track I'm on I defecate


Prayerline 5:30 just to meditate
Me & Fat got it poppin on our wedding day
I swear I rap for every piru & Hoover Tryna maneuver around the barricade at the pearly gates

Let us in every wretch need a rest haven
I keep it moving never worried bout the steps taken
I give middle fingers to Satan wrestling with GOD demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless Jacob

I'm gone

Keh keh keh keh yuh

Keh keh keh keh