Verse1:
I'm eating rappers like it's dinner for a slave
No stealing chickens so I've never been afraid
Now this that undeniable thunder fire flow
Punch you while my eyes are closed plucking down the highest folks
Jungle in some lion clothes, tumbled then I eyed her phone
Luckily she like to bone, fucking in a private zone
Blunted up or pirate cone, she sucking as she drive me home
Her bucket got a tire blown, hunting for a Firestone
Filthy wishin for riches, killing industry niggas
Appealing millions of bitches, don't deal with envious snitches
Don't got a job, but I still get by
Ain't got a dime, but I still get high
Uh, ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly
Uh, you got a prob', need to chill home boy
Innovative, independent, indecisive, intermission
Intercourse, with interesting women who love it in their cores
This beat ain't mine it's yours, you feel it in your pores
It reaches deep, fries, shorts, and then the heat absorbs
Your head just starts knockin, dead is just not an option
Im like a red toxin, and like im bred oxen
Since im the best talkin, niggas could get to walking
My many skills will give you thoughts like forget Hopsin
Boston, Massachusetts got a problem child
He smoke drink cuss and fight and they call him Kyle
Mean dude when you play with the dough
Know a spot in California near the Lakers, yo
Plus a shop with all the ganja yeah that fuego 'dro
Drive South down the border viva Mexico
Uh, ain't got a mom but I suck milk dry
Ain't got a car but I still got drive
Uh, ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly, uh
You got a prob' need to chill home boy
BREAK
Verse 2:
Yo, uh, smoking blunts of shitty marijuana
Had to do it, gotta toke while barely getting dollars
Life is hard, staying up, making family honor
I can barely stand the rain, I'm playing till my Grammy hour
Family Dollar chips, cold cup of faucet water
I know a sax player sad as fuck he lost his father
My temper's shorter than mini-me underwater
I kill my enemies by conceiving their daughters
I'll beat you senseless with pillow cases of hornets
They flipping pigeons so niggas can pay the mortgage
Tipping vending machines stealing the quarters
I'd love to write fuck you on my forehead
My hip hopped, so I'm stayin alive
Ain't got a rock but I still take mine
Ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly
You got a prob' need to chill home boy
Huh, couldn't take the heat so I killed kaywhy
Now I'm back on my feet, and unveiled K's rhymes
Seen the light 8 times, beast drive makes 9
If you wanna beat the best you must defeat they grind, pirate
I'm eating rappers like it's dinner for a slave
No stealing chickens so I've never been afraid
Now this that undeniable thunder fire flow
Punch you while my eyes are closed plucking down the highest folks
Jungle in some lion clothes, tumbled then I eyed her phone
Luckily she like to bone, fucking in a private zone
Blunted up or pirate cone, she sucking as she drive me home
Her bucket got a tire blown, hunting for a Firestone
Filthy wishin for riches, killing industry niggas
Appealing millions of bitches, don't deal with envious snitches
Don't got a job, but I still get by
Ain't got a dime, but I still get high
Uh, ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly
Uh, you got a prob', need to chill home boy
Innovative, independent, indecisive, intermission
Intercourse, with interesting women who love it in their cores
This beat ain't mine it's yours, you feel it in your pores
It reaches deep, fries, shorts, and then the heat absorbs
Your head just starts knockin, dead is just not an option
Im like a red toxin, and like im bred oxen
Since im the best talkin, niggas could get to walking
My many skills will give you thoughts like forget Hopsin
Boston, Massachusetts got a problem child
He smoke drink cuss and fight and they call him Kyle
Mean dude when you play with the dough
Know a spot in California near the Lakers, yo
Plus a shop with all the ganja yeah that fuego 'dro
Drive South down the border viva Mexico
Uh, ain't got a mom but I suck milk dry
Ain't got a car but I still got drive
Uh, ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly, uh
You got a prob' need to chill home boy
BREAK
Verse 2:
Yo, uh, smoking blunts of shitty marijuana
Had to do it, gotta toke while barely getting dollars
Life is hard, staying up, making family honor
I can barely stand the rain, I'm playing till my Grammy hour
Family Dollar chips, cold cup of faucet water
I know a sax player sad as fuck he lost his father
My temper's shorter than mini-me underwater
I kill my enemies by conceiving their daughters
I'll beat you senseless with pillow cases of hornets
They flipping pigeons so niggas can pay the mortgage
Tipping vending machines stealing the quarters
I'd love to write fuck you on my forehead
My hip hopped, so I'm stayin alive
Ain't got a rock but I still take mine
Ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly
You got a prob' need to chill home boy
Huh, couldn't take the heat so I killed kaywhy
Now I'm back on my feet, and unveiled K's rhymes
Seen the light 8 times, beast drive makes 9
If you wanna beat the best you must defeat they grind, pirate
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