I'm rolling up watching Fuck That's Delicious
Swallow that girl I put the nut in nutritious
Nothing but filters on these bitches
All that computer love your brain must have glitches
Not my Mrs. not in this crazy world
Do this for my baby that's about to have my baby girl
I'ma call her Sky
Since my head in the clouds won't take you off my eye
Too fly rappers ain't grounded
They talk real rap but can't wrap they mind around it
They dumbed down and dumbfounded
They can't understand it so they talk shit about it
You fucking with Shane I doubt it
I'm good money my bookie don't gotta count it
I was born in the place where this was founded
Drop a verse and leave the stu before they bounce it
Drink with me you'll be gone off a few sips
Bloody nose baby that could be your new drip
They too wavy or they too rich
A bunch of knuckleheads boy I guess they Q Rich
Son I ran miles like Darius and when you feel like slowing
Keep going God will carry us
Boy you fucking with savages
I ain't playing the averages
Have a dream be a man and let it manifest
But all you self-doubters never had a shot
Life's full of joy and pain learn to laugh a lot
Too many bars boy I shoulda signed to Rap-A-Lot
How you yelling fuck 12 when your dads a cop
I'm throwing back a shot floating like an astronaut
What an asshole you in your bag or not
How you only hit me when you need something
But when I hit your phone you just keep ducking
Tired of this bullshit that they re-running
Take me back to when Flex bombs would mean something
Tilt my brim but I'm never capping
You fucking with Shane? never happen