men I'm so good at this I don't gotta practice fuck this shit,got my own chalice my own weed keep your circle smaller so the blunt comes back faster nasty how how I light up in a second I'll be blowing smoke,spliff you can see my motive I'm exhaling shit coz I'm inhaling the good staff Neva enough,coz I'm rough like a rasta tough gong in this bitch guess I'm never wrong so I write a song short or long still she tag along say maestro let's hit that steam like spinach leaves never leaving I'm in my zone like I'm the chef and it's Christmas eaves spread the love like Adam or eve always leading coz you read what I write so you should dread me like a crime-sight I'm in the limelight like fight night never going dim I'm diamonds used to being lonely now all they want is being closely ask the blonds brunettes n of course the ebonies all they say is I got bonds so I'm badder than James Bond you thought I'm lame but damn I'm breaking frames if we roll, you might catch flames too what's your claims, maan you should be play carefull coz even your ex exclaims when she sees me coz how I lay it's bars on bars left her heart with scars so she don't want be free, she rather I Tie her in my jail... hmm maestro in this place... make your case..