50K for the show, with my n*ggas sellin' swag, ah
Swept me for a day, I told 'em just go cop a mag, ah
Just go cop a mag when the patience is up
Tell the demons that I'm facin' "what's up?"
And why it always seem I had the bat when the bases is touched
All this pressure on my top'll make the basement bust
Took off all those, grab the face and then f*ck
Steady racin', all these thoughts, copy-pastin' in the state of this flux
Pass the boat, never facin' these blunts
The objective is to taste Frosted Flakes and then dip
To the darkness where he lay his head
Never gave a flyin' f*ck what Simon said
I'm eyein' dead apes inside they space and sayin' "super, dog"
I got the blueprint, all my visions is Crippin'
Didn't see me on ya timeline, I was sippin' this Lipton
'Cause there's nothing much to talk about
Didn't see me on the blog 'cause I ain't had the time to film me whippin' c*ck around
I suck at talkin' now