Man we kicking it old school like a Nokia
I could knock you off your feet bruh and I ain't even be that boxer
Cost ya
Losing my voice like Darren Lockyer
Cost ya zoo up in the zoo the hooks rocked ya
You trying to keep up with these bars?
Hell nah
It's all over again
You're so close to the edge
My flow take you to this place in my head
Where rhymes are racing so fast
That my verse still chasing the pen
It's tryna catch up
But I be onto my next shit
Exes? Fuck them all it's onto my next bitch
Hectic, brother I swear that you so majestic
I'm fucking with the MDMA that you couldn't mess with
Got caviar and cocaine, got the fine wine
Why you talk about drugs? Well, fuck it, why lie?
I'm Chief Rocker
I live for the funk! And I die for the funk!
What's up? this hip-hop ah
I be J.K Rowling on this Harry Potter
See the snakes in the grass, this wizardry's mad proper
"Get out of the chopper!"
I'm Mr. California with the kush
Got the long necks, the Loch Ness monster
Have the time of your life on a holiday
Pass Green Days on my boulevard, that's wordplay son
Yeah we've all got these broken dreams, no wonder that we smoke the weed ah
(nice, Gary!)
[?] up on the beat
Nearly 2 in the morn, I'm thinking I need my sleep
Lyrics crawl from the pages, bigger than what it seems
All that Biggie Smalls said
"yo Biggie it's just a dream"
So I capture these moments of time, I'm bout the action
No lights/cameras, baby fatal attraction
My stature, stand with a queen like Cleopatra
That ass so fat, it's literally a distraction
Can't keep looking away, like, god damn
Rap actors looking like gravy the way we mashed ya
And if we talking the slang
She's Braith Anasta
Girl, you my five-eight
You keep my mind straight
See it's a small world, and yet a fall hurts
And if my team take the fall then I fall first
Do it for them all, swear to god that it's all worth
Going through this pain and gain like Mark Wahlberg
This booty got the man drawn in, cartoons
Ask you if you leaving the bar soon
To my room
Walk through cities and dark moons
We can get to thug loving like we Ja Rule
Ah-choo, we so blessed
You fucking with the signature boy
I'm from the shadows of the Punchline Peninsula
I read up on my hip hop bars, this be the literature and verses
[?] extra-curricular
Got tables, ladders and chairs
I'm the diminisher
I'm Dwayne Johnson all on my track
I call my finisher to smack down
I'm not the one in the background
It's 420 baby, we back now
To roll up