If not I'm gettin' dirty
We can go inside and stay in
Who that talking down, on Mike D
The decision of your life now whatcha gonna do
How can you beat a G a week in '88?
Throwing my shit outside on the front lawn
She still thinks I'm coming home
So recognize this, who the nicest
In the icy candy paint
I'm the rap soloist that you can't resist
Man we can't, man we ain't
His shit look like spray paint
I had to move on
They're puking on my lawn
From my imagination
You the stank pussy motherfucker!
Out of frustration came aggravation
Cause you know the God's butter
Yo ain't no sucker
So even more scars accumulated
Had to keep it g rated
Bound to make your neck snap
I wear a silk Guess denim, and alligators
Yo, I'm like a superhero in rap
Fuck you, to all you haters
Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers
Like I ain't never seen before
Don't you recognize me anymore?
Ain't broke a law in your life
Get a get-right pass at midnight mass
I'm tired, I'm tired of living li-ife
Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass
My task to be fast from the rhythmic liquid moving mass refresh edit delete source rapgenius
I possess the blood of a hustler, pumping through my veins
And I can leave with the phattest bitch, swervin lanes
Like, just turn the highs way down, there we go
Throwing my shit outside on the front lawn
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
The Barry Bonds of any song your hear me on
Iceberg Smith taught me how to move like a don
I only trust a-alikes, And trust they will fight
First as I right, recite and ignite