[Verse: Fred E.T.]
Like phlegm in my saliva
Spit up nausea, it's callin for the chicken noodle
Soupin up the automotive, Whip appeal a couple deals for the Kia's kit caboodle
My tints and wheels was a minor motion make Camaros mimic PT Cruisers
Yes indeed the Deisel smokin but i don't propose to get me stoned to skip this flow across the ocean
I rock it better when I'm sober, well grounded
Like that D on your report card and yo momma just found it and that whoopin come behind it
Shadowboxing,i fail if nothin land, but i succeed with flying colors
You can see i start to hover right above ya, I'm uplifting
UFO to foes
No designer clothes to show the boy is cut different
Genes don't need the alterations, leave eyes open when i decide to spit incarceration
Locked in but i'm not barricaded, not afraid of changes
Stuck in ya ways like gorilla glue, i go ape shit
Just to go and find some wiggle room, like a fetus and I'm 9 months due, so any moment I'll be droppin quality audio like the water broke
Momma know, how the process go
Put that on my cardio, I'm called to pump out hits until my heart explode, ¡adios!
And I'm ghost
Forty-Dos!