[Verse 1]
I like my liquor cold and my codeine in tablet form
Everybody’s been pushed to their last resort
Either make do with what you can afford
Or get drug money round here that’s the norm
Your crew's a bunch of virgins throwing tantrums
That swear they “don’t give a fuck” but they never had one
Dat crunk got me on a mad one
Got my hard-on tucked in my waistband like a handgun
If you’re not a fan put the barrel to your brain
Blow it out like candles on a cake
One of the illest to ever stand on a stage
You can tell I’ve been doing it since back in the day
Just for the love, but what I love is money
And not waiting in line just to get in a club
I could stay in tonight and finish these rhymes
Or sniff ‘til I pop a blood vessel in my eyeball
You cunts got no flow, you’re simple
Your tracks sound like they’re ghost wrote by Pitbull
Mother fucker I’m a local sex symbol
‘Bout to make a porn movie to promote my next single
I wonder if P&O will let me catch a ferry
Even though I’ve got more keys on me than a piano
With that Shnaffleberry, I need P and O's
Please remind me what the fuck I’ve been talking ‘bout
In this track cause the spliff just hit me
Run naked while I trim the leaves
Off my bonsai tree I get trippy-trippy
No bad vibes while I meditate
Take that shit outside like a feral child
Got no time for your petty games
So just cut the cheek like a Chelsea smile

[Hook]
Take it all in my stride
Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry
It’s playing tricks on my mind
Just stay up rolling and chain smoking
Got bags under my eyes
They can smell it in the air
Wanna know where I got it from and what price
Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies
Take it all in my stride
Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry
It’s playing tricks on my mind
Just stay up rolling and chain smoking
Got bags under my eyes
They can smell it in the air
Wanna know where I got it from and what price
Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies

[Verse 2]
Lunar’s going in, damn! Every day I smoke like I’m in Dam
Stop giving it the bigger styles, I’ve got a million of ‘em
Anybody saying they’re similar must be kidding ya
(Bubby) My balls dangle down near the ground
Like a Bassett Hound’s ears, I’m out here
Tryna make my CD a classic
High fades, like cheap jeans on a fat beat
Roll up a whole Z, we hotbox the studio sesh
I want my money up front, no debts
Nah, don’t tick like a Rolex
I’m surprised I didn’t break off an arm
As a kid I used to masturbate watching cartoons
'Til my skin literally got scraped off my palm
Now if a bitch isn't fucking I say 'Bon Voyage'
Living wreckless, bitch give me head
While I sit and check through my Twitter mentions
Turned up to the family intervention
In my sister's dress already pissed on Tennents
Put my life on lined paper - "Hi haters! This is the hiatus"
You can keep on telling your lies later
More tall stories than a skyscraper

[Hook][x2]
Take it all in my stride
Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry
It’s playing tricks on my mind
Just stay up rolling and chain smoking
Got bags under my eyes
They can smell it in the air
Wanna know where I got it from and what price
Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies
Take it all in my stride
Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry
It’s playing tricks on my mind
Just stay up rolling and chain smoking
Got bags under my eyes
They can smell it in the air
Wanna know where I got it from and what price
Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies