Uh, picture these stories how could you find me
On top of everything, committed no wedding ring
Just a groupie headache, I can't even label unsettling
Cheers to the haters for the scores that I'm settling
Numbers on the board
I'm calling shots once they hit the floor
Less is more, I give them if they paying extra for it
Fuck it if she foreign, guilt trips touring
While thinking bigger over blueprint plans just for the storage
Tell a locksmith
I'm breaking codes over flows once I drop shit
Stay in my pocket, no wonder the foes can't stop him
My road too advanced
Bigger plans in my hands, you just roll the dice
No wonder why I don't leave this to chance, dance
Too advanced, bigger plans in my hands
Roll the dice, no wonder why I don't leave this to chance
Uh, I'm the man, rubber band around my bands and my pants
Hammer pants, it just so happens I can dance
Touch japan with one hand, your land with the left
Yo man, I'm hot as hell, no man my jams is death, Conan
Barbarian bars bear as my chest
My bars is all I got besides my balls and my breaths
Spill my ink on your sheets like this is sex
Complex mechanism machine tech wreck the rhythm
So west, I connect to the ocean when I flowing every morning
Never woke forever dope never change clothing
Gold chain swinging, Chain gang singing
Gang bang trap songs clapping off demons
Cashing out frequent, catch me out creeping
Every weekend with the ink pen like we freaking
Just before I begin, another episode
A tape deck explodes, we still in wreck mode