Lyrics:

Yeah, Shaw
Nigga
Catch me on a drunk night, throwin' up a dirt bike
Angle Stikes on the back and they screamin' 'Fuck Life'
To be honest, only fucked twice
My drunk jacket got the thug stripes
I'm glad they hate me, they ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan neither
Dip my blunts in Ether, chased the last name of Aretha
When they hear me through the speakers, man, these niggas know I mean it
The mannerisms of a genius, models down the scenic
The flow is scenic
The hoe is black, the car was European
Cream soda where we put the lean in
Fuck your team, your clique whatever you bangin'
I come through blunt-lit, fuck it, lil' nuts hangin'
Like, 'Nigga, what?'
Nigga, yop, you niggas know me
I'm fuckin' dollar
Crossed to the dark side, so it's fuck Obi Kenobi
You active, motherfucka then show me
I'll tell your fuckin' wife to blow me
Nigga, it's still fuck you
It's still fuck you
Still searching for Easter pink on Easter Sunday
Black Lip passed the herb and lit the herb and passed it your way
Master with the nouns and verbs you haven't heard the wordplay?
I'm the Mos Def here
Shouts to Black Dante
The stakes is high who'd like to climb up my gate
Live from the
Last name of Kanye
I heard you're whoopty whoopin' blizey blizey
So when I cut you off consider Kendrick Lamar
You know it's all in the family tree
The helix of my DNA should read T-D-E
What can I say? (I don't know what to tell)
I left a acid tab for Da$h on his dashboard
I hope he don't crash tryna dash for it
Your bitch fuckin' like, like I paid cash for it
Motherfucker
Uh, it's young Fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan
Innocence, voice of an angel, so many represent
Getting lit, exquisite bitch, live from the Wimbledon
Still sinning, it's Bill Clinton that's ill pimping
She butt naked swimming, I'm paying her no attention
Workaholic, got a TV show, I know you seen the crib
Nasty since a youngin', it's some sanitary birth
Watch this beat get buried in a hearse, yeah, I kill myself
Mac Hippie, analog, rap, midi, turn the cameras off
I made you snap and slap your bandana off
Your bitch treat me like I'm Santa Claus
Mouth wide, I'm high as a satellite, see
I'm in ancient Greece, getting head from Aphrodite
Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whiteys acting like me
I set the bar high
This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde
Sided plaid pants, sit a hole in one on the par five
Eyes closed, drink a whiskey, let the car drive
These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they lordrive
Never gave a dollar to the pastor
The hoes can't get inside my home without the password
My past worth was measured by those who got less than now
Safe to say you motherfuckers know you like my style
Paved the way for they newfound vision
Now they mad that a nigga call me dad when you greet your boy
Never one for trippin' find me full speed sprintin'
While they yellin' cold chain
Please tell me what it is and what it ain't
Niggas snifflin', catchin' feelings while I'm laughin' to the bank
Chasin' bitches that they'll probably never get, what a shame
Meanwhile, I'll be sittin' in this critical acclaim
Walkin' drowsy off a plane, drinkin' water in the rain
With your daughter, tryna garnish your brain
For future reference, I'm some shit you never see in the game
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