They shootin' at the screen
Laser beams, lucid dreams
Even the wiliest fiends find theyselves losing steam
Chasing hits, Barry Bonds, those high scores only last so long
Eight bits in the cartridge, 16 in the P
Yeah, it comes with the game, but ain't a damn thing free
The kid talk about pussy like he tryna convince me
Go'head dawg, see how close you and your niggas be
Self-described pretty G's with fly bitches on they tweets
But me?
I'll Delonte West your old Earth and still keep it discreet
Duke, your whole style is wash, rinse, repeat
I bet your A&R knew he struck gold with that easy listening
Middle of the road, and to all you rapping Christians on a mission
I'm happy to lighten that load
You'll stumble out the jungle 20 pounds lighter
Wild-eyed like a white man after 20 days on Rikers
Tell 'em our pupils was red, skin black, rhyming brutal
Back of the izakaya, Sapporo tallboy with my ramen noodle
Either I'm seeing y'alls wires or this strain is that crucial
A lotta shit old people got to say, really ain't that useful
So don't mind me, youngin', do you spread your wings?
I'ma be right up on that Magnavox clappin' that thing
They shootin' at the screen
Laser beams, lucid dreams
Even the wiliest fiends find theyselves losing steam
Chasing hits, Barry Bonds
Those high scores only last so long
Eight bits in the cartridge, 16 in the P
Yeah, it comes with the game, but ain't a damn thing free
To everyone I loved, to everyone who fronted me drugs
To all y'all who still frontin', and fake friends who left me for dead in the mud
Salud! May you each get exactly what you deserve
Had a speech prepared chock full of them, SAT words
But on second thought, fuck it, two tears in a bucket about sums it
A tisket, a tasket
Black Robert Baden Powell, never caught without the ratchet
Grass like Wimbledon, wood racquet
Rap like a simpleton, see new tax bracket
So-called goons, turns out they schools was magnet
Masters of masquerade masked up
All the worlds a stage, director's cut
Faster blade, hunting ducks, both barrels spray
They stuttering, "Best-of-luck on your last day"
Last check cut 'bout three weeks before your health insurance fly away
Smarten up, Hulk gray or find yourself in the hole like Special K
Pimpers Paradise
Nigga my mic sounds nice and from the jump, I bet my life
Pocket collapsing, it's the recession, nobody's buying the playaction
We don't believe you like the government in Mogadishu
You need more factions
They shootin' at the screen
Laser beams, lucid dreams (lucid dreams)
Even the wiliest fiends find theyselves losing steam
Chasing hits, Barry Bonds (Barry Bonds)
Those high scores only last so long
Eight bits in the cartridge, 16 in the P
Yeah, it comes with the game...