Coming in dope as shit mixed with opiates Sip the shit that makes my limbs drift no Tokyo Slow the roll know the flow like .. The back of my hand Back on the track skin tone of crak Microphone rants trying to raise grands Fuck ray banz my main plan is to expand My mind while I can Rhythmic chants addicted from plants Spit the shit that'll make ya shit your pants I got game boy you can bet I advance Nodding out in the back of a van About to rob like van damn Scams masked up don't act tough I never was Still ain't but genius with the word paint verses laid Like bricks in which we would flip like gymnastics More Os than Olympics Go harder than dick pics Within any instance Rarely missin no carton of milk And or strike as I'm flowing like silk Higher than goants with stilts Killed a lion fuck being tame this is one sided High enough to wear the belt of Orion I guess im just high again fucked up with the pen My one true friend