Produced by: The Alchemist Yo, um, yo Oh-so-cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace ***** watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey Your ***** is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi You ******' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' ******* pipe dreams Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things My Nikes clean, I see these ****** hatin' through my ice blings I'm a bad ************, I ain't use a rubber Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of ***** leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid sucka Young Dom, say you old ****** should wrap it up You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough The fattest blunt and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck This that thirty deep, it's Saugus ****, fire starter, squadron Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz It's probably cause he prodigious Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy Thick bristle type ***** on a ***** steez Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz, Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach Spittin' like the engine on a ************' motorboat Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all Affection for these ******, redirectin' all these ****** Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool? Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain, sue me Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy ***** I'm busy cruisin', 'scuse me Can't even walk up in the church without these ****** tryna testify I live to die, better that than to live a lie I rap better than most these rap veterans Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in Momma didn't wanna give birth to a ***** Should've murdered a *****, I'm a cancer to the youth Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent Shootin' like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did ****** want Grammys and ****, that's funny to me Cause since the first take it's been about money to me I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got, doing what got Biggie shot They told me that I wasn't ****, but left me in a litter box Give it up and get a job Uh, get a job ***** I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game My brain is on another level, I can feel the Devil's pain Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor The good author, good brain in a good Porsche Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese *****'s rump Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm, I'm high cousin Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred When I order wine, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me End of story take a shorty to the sortee That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer While I'm wearin' flip-flops, ****'s real, grip the wheel, lift steel That's it Woo, **** yeah, hello Fan fare, bravo, encore
[00:01.53]Produced by: The Alchemist [00:03.22] [00:04.73]Yo, um, yo [00:13.38]Oh-so-cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace [00:16.37]***** watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey [00:19.44]Your ***** is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi [00:22.34]Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi [00:25.52]You ******' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned [00:28.79]Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' ******* pipe dreams [00:31.58]Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things [00:34.84]My Nikes clean, I see these ****** hatin' through my ice blings [00:38.07]I'm a bad ************, I ain't use a rubber [00:41.41]Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother [00:44.44]The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of [00:47.58]***** leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid sucka [00:50.76]Young Dom, say you old ****** should wrap it up [00:53.76]You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough [00:56.75]The fattest blunt and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much [01:00.22]And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck [01:03.23] [01:03.53]This that thirty deep, it's Saugus ****, fire starter, squadron [01:06.56]Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz [01:08.65]It's probably cause he prodigious [01:10.05]Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy [01:12.74]And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy [01:15.91]Thick bristle type ***** on a ***** steez [01:18.98]Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz, [01:21.86]Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach [01:25.31]Spittin' like the engine on a ************' motorboat [01:28.39]Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all [01:31.56]Affection for these ******, redirectin' all these ****** [01:34.16]Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal [01:37.79]Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool? [01:40.92]Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain, sue me [01:44.04]Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy [01:47.10]***** I'm busy cruisin', 'scuse me [01:50.83] [01:51.92]Can't even walk up in the church without these ****** tryna testify [01:56.65]I live to die, better that than to live a lie [02:00.12]I rap better than most these rap veterans [02:03.15]Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in [02:06.53]Momma didn't wanna give birth to a ***** [02:09.13]Should've murdered a *****, I'm a cancer to the youth [02:12.30]Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it [02:15.79]On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie [02:18.79]Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent [02:21.58]Shootin' like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did [02:24.74]****** want Grammys and ****, that's funny to me [02:27.39]Cause since the first take it's been about money to me [02:30.12]I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got, doing what got Biggie shot [02:33.80]They told me that I wasn't ****, but left me in a litter box [02:37.13]Give it up and get a job [02:40.38] [02:40.96]Uh, get a job ***** [02:42.48]I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game [02:46.44]My brain is on another level, I can feel the Devil's pain [02:49.78]Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor [02:53.77]The good author, good brain in a good Porsche [02:57.10]Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk [03:00.02]Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump [03:02.70]Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese *****'s rump [03:05.84]Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch [03:09.09]I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm, I'm high cousin [03:12.48]Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred [03:15.65]When I order wine, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me [03:18.18]End of story take a shorty to the sortee [03:21.86]That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there [03:25.09]I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer [03:28.63]While I'm wearin' flip-flops, ****'s real, grip the wheel, lift steel [03:34.40] [03:36.46]That's it [03:37.57]Woo, **** yeah, hello [03:39.97]Fan fare, bravo, encore [03:43.16]
