Yeah Live From Arizona Thorb Battles Futuristic Let's get it mother fucker Live from Arizona I might never leave I'm heading past ya cause my pasture is forever green Flow is dope I got it shipped right out of Medellin They taking shots, they unleaded I been gasoline Y'all better back up Y'all just really suck But wanna blame it on some bad luck This chance I couldn't pass up Used to want ya numbers 'till them numbers didn't add up You fake to get the cake But never knew what's in the batter It don't matter Cause I been cooking on my own Virginia Wolf pack, I got a hundred books up in my dome All ya joints getting smoked I could roll 'em in a cone Lot of rappers that I cover four but never in my zone Better man up Never touch my bars that's prolly why they picking zans up Question me a lot but swaying when I give the answers I did this in the morning You bait fans for clicks I'm betting motel like Norman A whole lot of things you can't afford Up in this life that I'm exploring I been winning every night The Stanley Cup is what I pour in I been going ham while all you bitches lookin boring Did a lot of to climb the hill Now all the records sound like Lauryn's I'm important Aye It's Mr. Big Fish Ain't that bitch Hit every bitch that's on my hit list Like who is this I'm stained from the business If I can't trust you then it's fuck you from a distance So consistent Keep revving the engine And I was falling now I'm balling like a Piston Don't need permission Head from a vixen Got a million followers and I got her doing dishes Ain't life terrific But it's still a cold game So flame lighter flicking like the old Wayne No shame from the mud is how a rose came Goat game, top five in this whole thing Bang Sheesh Welcome to Arizona Only real ones Sheesh Aight Look Bet I curated the vibe and now I don't leave the crib I call the homies show 'em how we really supposed to live A dozen cribs, a dozen whips, and a dozen chicks For them I'm next door with the wifey we got a couple kids Okay it's hot in the building and I'm still on the rise They said boy you got it why is you still on the grind I can't sleep if I got ideas running through my mind That's why there's paper with blue stripes in all my lines Get it Yo, Imma let it resonate Do it I don't hesitate Wake up and I meditate Five o'clock I run the lake Six o'clock I up the weights Seven I'm with baby K Text me if it's after eight Call me if it's after nine Better not be asinine Get a case from Logan every month So I'm not past my prime I mastered time And now I let the after shine Relaxed and writing raps up in the pad When I don't have to rhyme Sheesh