checking the temperature

AI Mode All Short videos Videos Images Forums Shopping News Web Books Maps Flights Finance (Hook) Yeah, standard procedure, check the temperature, I'm freezing cold Young Money mentality, stacking bars until the ceiling fold I’m pushing buttons, moving mountains, breaking every rule They playing checkers, I’m playing doctor with a golden tool Yeah, turn the bass up, let the engine roar No pit stops, seven verses, straight across the floor. (Verse 1) I’m in the kitchen making ice cubes with a flamethrower I’m so ahead of time, yesterday is my promoter I bought a greenhouse just to give myself some elbow room My pockets heavy, looking like a pregnant sonic boom I sleep with nightlights just to see what the dark look like I park the limousine on top of a vintage dirt bike They say I’m crazy, I say crazy is my middle name I’m eating cereal with chopsticks inside the rain The flow is wet, somebody hand me a golden towel I’m speaking fluent Martian, major vowel, minor growl. (Verse 2) I walk backwards just to see where I came from I bought a guitar but I use it like a bass drum My money longer than a highway in the sky I’m so high up, I gotta look down to blink my eye I wear sunglasses in the dark to block the shadows I’m catching fish inside the desert with a bow and arrow The clock is ticking but I took out the battery I’m gaining weight from eating all of this flattery I outrun my shadow on a sunny afternoon I’m jumping over tall buildings with a silver spoon. (Verse 3) I keep a calendar just to see what year it ain't I’m painting pictures on the wall with invisible paint My shoes are tied but I’m still tripping on the money flow I put the AC on high to make the fire grow I’m drinking water out a blender just to mix it up I put a giant diamond ring inside a plastic cup They call me captain but I’m standing on the shore I count my millions then I add another four I’m sharper than a pencil inside a pencil sharpener I’m getting brighter while the room is getting darker, sir. (Verse 4) I put the car in reverse to go forward faster I’m the student, the teacher, and the head master I wear a winter coat when I’m sitting in the sun I’m counting up to zero just to say that I won I bought a watch that don’t even show the time I’m making money off a word that don’t even rhyme I’m eating dinner at the breakfast buffet table I’m untangling wires that are already cable The flow is stupid, got a diploma in foolishness I’m cool as ice but I’m burning up the business. (Verse 5) I drop a feather and it sound like a bomb dropped I’m running marathons until the entire globe stopped I bought an ocean just to lay out on the beach I’m teaching lessons that the manual can’t teach I talk to walls and the walls start talking back I put a tracking device on a racetrack I’m eating soup with a fork and a butter knife I’m living double times inside a single life My pocket change is enough to buy a franchise I’m looking straight ahead with my both eyes wide. (Verse 6) I built a house out of nothing but giant mirrors So I can see myself clearer when the smoke clears I’m throwing rocks at the sky to make it rain gold I’m keeping secrets that have already been told I play the lottery with numbers that already won I’m staring directly into the midnight sun I put my sneakers on my hands to walk a mile I’m making crocodiles cry with a giant smile The flow is dummy, got a PhD in wild bars I’m parking spaceships right between the stars. (Verse 7) I’m the final boss but I’m standing in the first level I’m digging holes with a platinum plated shovel I turn the volume up until the speakers start to melt I’m wearing two pairs of pants without a belt I keep the engine running while I’m sitting on the porch I’m lighting candles with a fully loaded torch Seven verses later and I’m still on the track No brakes applied, no turning back I rest my case, the jury fell asleep The bars are dumb but the money stack deep. (Hook) Yeah, standard procedure, check the temperature, I'm freezing cold Young Money mentality, stacking bars until the ceiling fold I’m pushing buttons, moving mountains, breaking every rule They playing checkers, I’m playing doctor with a golden tool Yeah, turn the bass up, let the engine roar No pit stops, seven verses, straight across the floor. If you want