Drive thru:

Guess who it is

Back with my back to wall

Going right back through withdrawal

From spitting this crack

Straight from the back of my jaw

Right to the top of this song

They say it ain't right

But it doesn't feel like it's wrong

I swear the feeling is strong

I'm not from earth, but where is it that I belong

Listen don't tag me along Cause I'm lost

You have to start from the bottom and build your way up if you wanna be boss

These Dues they have to be paid, I'm making my way, so tell me the cost

Is it a lot?

I'll check In my wallet to see what I got

Pulling lint out of my pockets in blocks

Do you want cash, credit, or debit I'll write you check

Protect ya neck

As a matter of fact

Hold on money is scarce

You can wait till Thursdays to cash that check that's when my money will clear

What are you on

Got 2 phones

That are two tone

Taking Orders from there

That's Dead presidents stashed in the basement

People under the stairs

Pull up and pick up your order from here

(But first I'll take your order sir)

We back like Randolph and Mortimer

From Trading places

Coming to America

For Erica

Just call me crazy

Brought up In the 90s, But was raised by the 80s babies

Ronald Reagan era

Thats, 80 ways to serve that a
That gravy

With a slice of turkey, mashed potatoes

Keep your eyes on your own plate though

Going down I'm spitting draino

Hi hater this ain't maino

Snatching hearts
Snatching hearts

Call me cano

Look into my eyes

Soul made of gold

And I keep locked down deep inside

Body soul and mind

Wish that I could stop the time

Through my veins is where that pain flow

And think that's my demise