As a youngin' I was downtrodden Now I hop out the chopper like Bobby Brown and get to counting gualla Cabbage and llamas, all types of fauna Kid with the most knowledge will obtain the touch of top dollars I'm in the Trackhawk playin' Tremaine Hawkins Engineered Garments, we walk in this bitch like the Parliament Don't get your clock cleaned, I ain't got time to squabble Keep in mind, quarter til on my hip and it's not an ornament My default aura is Arthur's fist The swag hard to miss, got enough money to kill a congressman I was down horrendous and took it on the chin I ain't jump off the porch, we was homeless, I had to come off the bench Vince Carter, arm in the rim Got the blick in the formal affair, the 30 clip hanging out like a dorsal fin Sippin' sore, might pour out the gin You tryna quarrel with me and getcha shorty bent, much to your chagrin A southern legend like Shawty Pimp Stop callin' me "twin", we the literal definition of opposite Fuck my money up like Flocka did My accountant said something got to give, treatin' the hunnids like it's some pocket lint 20k designer dad fit The Glock fat as fuck like DJ Khaled, wet up your challenger boy, I'm accurate Walk inside the bank and do a backflip We draw the racks, my shooter out in London, handle chaps like cracked lips I'm all that and a bag of chips Hit Benihana with somebody bitch, she givin' me noggin to my astonishment I'm in Houston, the club Onyx, on the iPad Documents with the pie graphs, calculating bands while I'm around ass When you're having fun, look how the time pass 100 bands of designer trousers look like thigh pads AMG dance at Alpina, alkaline dyin' Poke the sleeping giant, kill tether like a mountain lion Niggas want parts like O'Reilly, I reply with silence Percs and psilocybin got my speaking like I'm Joe Biden Don't quit ya day job partna, your song dropped and it was quiet enough to hear a rat piss on a ball of cotton (Yo' big, stupid, raggedy ass) (You got me fucked up!) (I'll murk yo' fuckass... bitch!) The way I move product, defy logic She wanna give me a piece of ass, I wanna add topping Pitching bags a pound of [?] Cash option, corn hole, how the bag droppin' They can't breathe without cotton This an oxygen Not again, he got a knot again? Just off the top no occasion, had to drop my pen Lion's den with a grin, two nines, quarter to ten It's do-or-die poor pimp Buy my scratch like catnip Tote Kraven, like callin' these boys cappers, Nick (uh) It's all in the wrist, chef's kiss Got the recipe they can't resist Watch whatchu sayin' like you textin' shit (like you textin' shit) Shit crispy like Kettle chips Corners in half, spin class, how I peddle ship Need a bib, the barreta spit (the barreta spit) Yo' bitch lift up when I tug on her panties On the block, sellin' rock, in every nook and cranny Tryna feed my family, 'til they apprehend me Uh, listen I gotta lotta spots here, alopecia (alopecia) Do community service, with this street sweeper Dressed in all white like a beekeeper Who needs Easter? (who needs Easter?) These bunnies want they eggs fertilized (fertilized) Maybe later; Anita Baker, I apologize It's a coincidence, how events coincide But nevertheless, my coins have arrived In search of Oasis Striving for greatness Steppin' to work in my Asics (uh) Deluded, duplicated, copy-pasted Drop it in water and baste it, in my apron Life is but a dream, I'm just tryna make it Bruiser!