Yo lately I been thinking to myself why I do I always feel this way, all I wanna do is fuck my baby roll up trees and get paid, lemme pick a beat ima fade it, through a box aim shit, no gun but ima take hella shots to my brain bitch, do a line of cane off my chicas ass then spank it, brain on deranged shit, flame spit, while my js lit, middle finger aimed quick, at a cock sucker they could take dick, tryna get in my bag no lays chips, tryna make sum of this life I can take away with, im on my graffiti spray spit, so I'm tryna paint my wall right, good pictures from this dog sight, no mixing the liquor I'm sipping straight up all night, used to always be reminiscing on those lost times, now I got my sight and thoughts bright, even though my mind is the fog lights, dark times so sublime so I rise up, like yeast, yikes, putting a beat sights then I give it the grave, aye, you b to a grade A, heat it can't tame, nay, weed in an astray then another js flames, cause I ain't really Rollin on L , just twist up a bleezy then take it to hell, sipping so much cause it make me feeling so well, I'm dripping my flow in just like it's a pail, while I'm staying half baked just think Dave chapelle, while I enter my zone, this sinner is standing in center to Go, up in the net this my throw, knocking down pins like I bowl, I'm into my heat like my soul is a stove, but the devil ain't getting me, this shark in a frenzy is swimming so swiftly, feeling a specific energy as I fill up on hennesy, like the adderols driven me, speaking introquently, speeding so figgity, ima fuck on my chick that's my bitch giggidy, she all on my brain an epiphany, so many bars I feel like I need a correctional facility, cause I'm hand cuffin this damn ruckas this man's fuckin his plan up, in that rap bucket, so fans duckin cause winds gusting, when ballin that's slam dunkin, while beating his chest band drummin, letting off a hunnad mufuckin dadaddadas, like damn gunnas, the way he spitting this man stutters my venom to Spiderman clustered, getting my air to blow like fans gusting, a cold enough breeze to make even the devil stand stuckin, my brain is a gat bustin, to blast up in the atmosphere, space crumbling may stun again, that's tazor to face make mumbling, this mummy rapping the 8th wonders in, now I'm putting my shit into plan just seeing my grease scatter the pan, got my batter that's up for the swing it go smack look up in the sky watch it fly no superman but this Peter pan never goin land, when I got a pen in hand I'm an alien, don't do a xan, but bar after bar like pill head doing it time and time again, so I gotta keep my flow in the form of holy ghost and douse with it with the holy water, pour it out a bottle so I drink away my sins, rolling up a cross joint get ya holy smoke right, throwing up a peace sign like hippie with a weed sign, getting lit up like a neon street light, that's green vibes