im good animated like i was in the space jam

im bout my money im bout hustlin for 20 grand i'll do a handstan

blowin cush sittin smokin in the grand am


blow so much smoke to the ceilin why is that a cloud there

grandma rollin up no grandson thats some good cush in the air

rollin smellin fresh bigshit walkin man did a dog s*** there

a n**** like me stay navigated aint too many niggas from the south say they aint ice skated

yeah big rims and the pistol it be nickel plated

check my brain see xxx if my flow was really rated

gun bulgin in my mothfuckin pocket


swag so hard you would have to go back in time and change thangs to stoppit

like a clock on this beat im bout to tick tocket

got a gunshot for every 808 on this beat what happen to the beat i fully automatic shot it

lame niggas sayin i love his game no homo i aint trippin i just let my d*** swang

my stomach growlin on the beat and i ate up every snare

all the rappers sayin he hoggin up every 16 on the beat


man why dont players share

kc hat turned to the right crip walkin in the blue jays on dont care

man i learned playas do what they want in this game aint nothin fare

checkin my brain and see real s*** floating around like a toilet sitten in there

moon walkin backwards on this beat

rap flows so hard man they callin me a creep

but i just bubble my eye and keep goin like the lights on the jeep

beef with me and after your dead your house hey i'll still spray it every week

snoop like the the feet im goin to the right on this beat

girls sAy he's a a****** but he's sweet

j's cost 300 hundred on the feet

eatin up 32 bars like i aint ate in a week


layed back chilin blowin on some supa fruity sweets


gun on my waste like its wild wild west in the streets

grandpa say he aint doin nothin new boy s*** all the stuff you doin

i done it in a week

chillin laid back toes in the air

2 woman lickin on my feet

i swear/ if the government gave out a million dollas every week;

trickin man i'd do it everyweekend

i aint trickin, s*** if you dont know my game by now ya sleepin then


pants sag low no homo on the book while im writin on the sheet

f***** a bad b**** while im freestylin

do a lie detector test on me you'd see i aint lyin

gettin sweaty the sun shinin on all the stars move over boy im front of the line in

All the fake niggas see my swag and say real niggas

win a again

orange juice pouwin while im sippin on the the jin

niggas run from me like they just let debo out of the pen

i had to substite on the beat

and see we got a hit again

some thin somethin then somethen then

skinny dippin on the beat who wonna jump in

focus on a the money like my eye was a lense

dope money got me rich so the money ima spend

lightin up a lighter flow like fire im bustin out again


gunsmoke like i live in tv land

i am your father loser i go dark vador maury povich come on let me clear my throat again.

sell mo dreams than the casino

struck it rich damn there they go hatin again




man i swear im all in seen god and he sent me too hell

said damn that boi he all sin

yellin from down below f*** your milk and cookies then

still on my knees prayin for forgivness

and if theres a heaven for a gangsta please let me in.


girl say she got her man name tatood on her thighs

bust a nut on it then save the rest for her eyes

my perfect idea of dad is Peter family guy

girl say she wonna put this thuggin in a suit and tie

i told her i lov her and f***** up again

DAMN she believed every lie

dro burnin got me feelin way high

got me hop scopchin double douchin in the sky

my gun favarite word is bang and tell everybody bye