[Intro]
I suppose the dope verses in order
Thinking it is worth that shit

[Verse 1]
Yo
All I know is paradise
I'm tearing mics
I'm slowly killing like a parasite
From up north, so I'm hella tight
Fella might take a pella flight through the sterile nights
Check the Fahrenheit [?]
But never limp but never nice
Representing neglected mics and hold them tight, like "Everything's gon be alright"
But it ain't, cos I be killing 'em in silence
It's Mr. Zoolander slowly stirring up the violence
Got weed as loud as sirens
Got bars for dope fiends
I'm just serving all my clients, got the outlook of a giant
Forever dope, but never hope
Never trust a clever hoe
All these bitches hate the leash, might as well just fucking let it go
My flow is unprofessional, so come and fucking test it, hoe
Y'all fuck its trying to act hard, but sensitive as testicles
On point like decimals
But I ain't never stressing those
The future, the only reason I learn my fucking lessons
Crazy love sickos, you know we fill those 'rillos
Making dreams into reality, y'all leave 'em on your pillows
Shout out to the turn up monster
We stay out by the Bay
Getting bitches everyday, like andale (n***a)

Ay still pimping on my broke shit
But still manage to smoke spliffs
Woke up and felt like shit, grabbed a pen and fucking wrote this
Blessing all of y'all, on my pope shit
Holding onto my hope shit
But life leaves me asking the mic, "Why do I hold this?"
Hopeless, bogus, feeling useless, always losing focus
Hoping y'all take notice
Hope you find any way to get fed, just like a broke bitch
On the track with no sprint
Claiming that you're dopeness
But when you turn your back, you say you're whack
And you know this