Supa lryacle spiritual individual cant call yourself an Mc if niggaz aint feeling you hot headz melt the ice in ya chain the way they grilling you for your chicken they bout to barbecue spicy yall faje not the original yall hoes keep coming for me no subliminals i grew up in the hood round shiesty thieves an criminals that a shoot u in your face for nothing just to get rid of you shit sad shit pityful niggaz pockets be full to the rim full of pennies pheens stem full of crack rock smoking like a chimney the streets cold not chilly niggas that roll w me hot like a bowl of texas pete chilly Va is the state going hard like a real Philly cheese steak and all yall rhymes factory just like that cheesecake i see snakes and cut the grass make em haul ass like he in a stolen uhaul running from police with a full tank of gas and them boys aint playing they really coming for ya ass puffing on trees the smell like a gas leak peeped u in them streets handing dropping cash to them thot freaks she top me off sneaky links red wood size no sausage links glad her click didnt stink bout to make that faucet leak going under her sink her tounge rolling across my wood like wheels at the skating rink dont rock no heavy bling she still say im her King everything foever better than youve ever seen my favorite color green call of duty on my tv screen shooting at haters boosting my flavor peel ya idaho potato fake money monopoly cats playing with counterfiet doe scheems say it aint so cop some good smoke an lay low flip the payroll split the pasos pump ya breaks like maco disrespectful flow for ya funny marcos slice ya pie face like marcos pizza you niggaz transgender like Mona Lisa swiping my stick in ya thick chick back like a Visa raised in AquaVista shout out to Ms Lisa old baby sitter that pussy good michael myers im a lady killer breaking news from Newportnews im realer for your hard earned squilla i want all the money like Tae Squilla now im chilling sipping takela with my favorite skeeza role playing im the principal she the sexy teacher fuck ya features if u ant got no fans standing up in bleachers my liquid flows harmful if swallowed like Clorox bleach leave ya face white like sheets shtting with my rhymes baby potty training these beats yall in the way like ya first day training in da streets you lacking on blade snacking but ain nun sweet rookies you cookies get crumbled eventually eventfully haze leaf shinning thru next century 21 u too too young too purchase this house of pain i lived in keeping ya nervously on point to manage this insanity vanity calamity can food sealed managin a frozen killed soft spoken off the pills