Your career sick need a stethoscope I can not fuck you without some rope you saying you love me but bitch I hope you cleaning that pussy you need some soap, I just be sniping I don’t need a scope, money I syphon cuz niggas niggas is broke, these niggas be talking I give them the smoke I’m feeling too godly bitch I’m the pope weed is too costly I’m selling dope, feeling like Cosby you cop a grope, seeing your bitch and I fuck her throat, swimming in pussy you need a boat, drinking this liquor the antidote, I am not sicker you need a coat, fuck a bitch quicker then hit the door, pick up some swishers right out the store, painting a picture the crown is yours, I cannot wait to go on a tour, the money be coming I got the cure, my heart is too dark but my soul is pure aye I’m killing the game, plaques upon plaques and they yelling my name, at first I want money but now it’s the fame, burning these rappers my voice is a flame, kicking with bitches they call me lu kang, I just be reppin for me ain’t no gang, pulling the weapon I’ll lessen a stain, teach you a lesson or blow out your brain, there’s a thin line between loss and a gain, I just be flying they call me a plane, washing the dishes these niggas is lame, saying your real that’s a phony ass claim, talking on me better stay in your lane, I just be killing these niggas in rain, you don’t know chopper I let that shit bang, like you some clothes I’ll leave you to hang, yuh