Yeah Uh, coming out the house to a pack of that loud I had it mailed in the mail I got love for the girls in the crowd Getting lost in the marijuana clouds Hey don't look down, homie don't look down Said I swim in the sound Only thing more raw is the shit I put out A go-getter, a gorilla, a trendsetter Got vendettas with dope dealers with no fillings I don't feel those who claim they're the best ever You no dealer, my crew iller Ya get scared, just a block downtown Walkin' past a little van You's about to sell out Slow dance I'm the man you ain't go another round Throw fists been a cage bird inside a dog pound I don't fuck with your sister, brother Talk shit, you can kiss the gutter Pucker up boy I fix the stutter Young Gyyps be the wicked drummer All hits we goin' skip the come up I'm going big tomorrow At seven ten gonna tighten the load Meditate wake up with the sun I don't do this for fun I do this so my blood pump What it is what it do what the fuck's up? I came through with the nunchucks Heard a little birdy listen, tell say Yo Fel, get the girls with the boobies out This shining you're a movie star Asking Gypps what I'm doing now And what I'm doing now? The fuck we doing man, this shit's stupid Yo, you gotta be like, you can't be coming out with this soft shit all these bitches might fuck with you ain't no gettin' em I like this soft shit, daaaamn Somewhere in the midst of the mist I'mma build a skyscrape limited edish' Let Zep die or make it on the playlist First check if they're wired, if not let 'em in Fake friends getting tired of the crooked handshakes Know I got fire east coast clam bakes Break bread give thanks say grace let's pray Eating off your plate like all damn day This that shit, the bucket list missed They fuck with this kid Illustrious chicks be passing me fifths We get facetious, that crazy gee whiz All wavy beaches I'm crazy watch This is popping off Bitch be on and off Neighbors called the cops Fuck the mom in charge See Fel little bars homie that's all Probably whoop your ass at rap and a dance off Grooving down in the grill to some dancehall Playing loud shit is ill I can't stand y'all Go ahead, pop a pill think you need to Bro, you wack as it is you might need two Or three or seventy While I flow so heavenly Until my girlfriend Ebony I'ma hit like ketamine Spliff thick like atta be heavenly He a public enemy when he flow steadily Someone tell the priest come settle me Or another type of entity I'm on my job like this tellin' me Losing track of my tendencies .I tend to see a coffin Every time I get up on the mic and that's often Ya'll should prob take my advice and keep walking Deuce seven three in this bitch white chocolate Bust! God damn, God damn if ya heard that that one was hard That one went hard, yea That one was it, that one was it right there If you ain't never heard one right there that one was it right there That was it right there, smoke one of that right there (Yeah, yeah) Go getta eat nails for breakfast Am a gorilla can't comb my chest up! Bless um deuce seven three the best of Your girlfriends here and she tryin' to get some Get drunk all drink whateva I ain't gonna stop till I seez the devil And all my shit on another level And all ma bitches I hear stilettos all pay for it Can't say that Prada I pay for it Give me that shit that I can afford Am just a product of bad divorce homie fuck tha lord You never name drop Rockin tha T-shirt or tank-top I'll make all your bread in one day watch My women be bad look like Baywatch We get wavy and shit - yeh I'll be the brace off the rib No limits it ain't hard to tell I put my heart in my feelin' behind me So I can keep grindin' and grindin' and grindin' Skate all the time and Ain't poppin no molly shit don't get it twisted Candy Flip got your attention How I can flow with tha message How I got all of those visions Man's gettin laid bare looking like tha Beatles I'ma hit tha stage in an all white vehicle I'ma a switch lanes in an all white regal Never been the same, with the all white people No oone hit the pave to say right I'm featured Working all night all night stay skeamin' Could a been God or could a been tha reaper Could a been anythin as long as you believe me Homie to the press I ain't added to impression Show hard might so my left nut Might go raw don't use protection Guess what we ain't even got tha cheques yet My best yet hope I don't get arrested