Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys
Slowly and run like hosiery
I move eggs like ovaries
Closed lactose and sudairy
Who y'all suppose to be?
None of them close to me, my poetry poison til' they posing me
And little kids poking me openly
fukk police I slip through they fingers like rosaries
Off the hook with the .38 rotaries
Get it locally move anti-socially
Twice the rapper get it from both of me jokingly
So constant and nonchalant from BIC's to Mont Blanc's
Who's conscience he's not the one to confront
Worth my weight you impersonate nikkas like
Miller Light spit it right in your life, terminate
I'm the worst case scenario
Bump heads for coins like Mario
Pop more rounds than Merry-Go(-rounds), from birth date to burial
In South Beach beeches going south with they mouth piece without speech
Oh now he's official from the start
They miss you, holding vigils in the dark
Go head try and stop it, couldn't block sun with Hawaiian Tropic
What's in your pockets my profits
Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness
They wanna put me in boxes like chocolates...that's nonsense
Nothin' sweet about this but the hotel room Presidential like the wrist
I know, I'm sorry I never meant to end shyt
Never rental get mine freeway like Van wyck
Peace to Francis and all my manz(iz)
Take trips to France(iz) where all my manz is
With fifths in handz(iz) rewind and chant this, nikkas!
Just vulgar