[Part I]

[Intro]

If I say I'ma ride, then they with me

Safety first, but the strap is a glizzy

We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*)

What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky

And you pussy, no, bro, he a sissy

Got hoes textin' my phone, say they miss me

Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties (*Gunshot*)

[Verse 1]

(Six)

If I say I'ma ride, then they with me

Safety first, but the strap is a glizzy

We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*)

What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky

And you pussy, no, bro, he a sissy

Niggas lyin', they say that they Richie

Got hoes textin' my phone, say they miss me (*Gunshot*)

Fuck is free like we back in the sixties

Bitches do anything for a check

I ain't tip her, man, now she upset

Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike (*Gunshot*)

Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me

And it's only enough when I'm dinin'

I'm a savage, we swappin', no swappin'

Swear I'm cuttin' off niggas, they dyin' (*Gunshot*)

[Part II]

[Interlude 1]

Yeah, do or die, yeah

Do or die, do or try

Yeah, yeah, who am I?

Skip got that bounce, it go crazy

[Verse 2]

Done see you, Spanish town

Born a Saint Andrew, but I'm not a saint

Mozart inna di paint, Noah's Ark inna di rain

Come from the sky, crash down, plane

Skillet, coco playin'

'Nuff man mi know sell Mary Jane

'Nuff man mi know able fi kill Cain

Head shot, Kurt

Cobain, follow money train

Gi' yuh gyal mi cocky, mek har levitate, David Blaine

Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun

Insane, God's name in vain

Codeine, cocaine, fuck likkle, I been Wayne

In veins, bloodstream, lion piss, domain

Seen pain, kill pain, ordained prophet

Detain, in chains, mek har ride di riddim, right brain

Get the logic from har left brain

Touch mi gyal, brush dem off

Cut dem off, against the grain

I'm a demon in a can dem cyaan contain

Front page Gleaner, Tyshane or BEAM

Or no name, pimp get yuh gyal

Put har pon street, public domain

Steady win di race, Usain Bolt

Sustain, slow bill

Slow kill, Quentin Tarantino

Did the tool inna bloody paint

Pussy look like him see a duppy when mi tek it out di case

When mi see a rat wi nuh chase

Set him up then wi skate, set him up wid a bait

[Part III]

[Interlude 2]

Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Uh, uh, I'ma, I'ma, sick

Sick (Sick)

Sync, sick (Sick)

Sick (Drr, brrt)

[Verse 3]

I need more headphone volume, yeah

I need more headphone volume, yeah

Catch a viking in the volume, yeah

You can hear that through the sonics, yeah

I only fuck wit' gyal ebonics, yeah

Straight out the tropics, exotic, yeah

Tropical, yeah

And I talk 'bout Medusa, I love it

Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it (Stuff it)

All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme boss dome

Tek mi sword, stop eh cold

Santa know, yuh badda than a box of cigarette

Got a big choppa, heart-stopper

No manners, Big Poppa

Don Dadda in Americana

Still a wear di green and yellow, black banner

Inna uptown, have a clean face

Like di cake soap, drive down, downtown

Touch out at di party, dem a bruk down

Leave mi out di pasa, pasa, pasa

Pon di river, then mi gone, dawg

With some Rastas, with some Christians

Smokin' ganja, still Lord Jesus is my chiropractor

When mi need di healing, He my doctor, back to Earth

Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off

Call me Toppo, I've been sellin' pow-pow-pows

He's got a tunnel vision with no cap and gown

Me and Jeremy took it over million

This is for my jit, I put in a college fund

I'ma get that jit more than the sky and sun

Make a toast to all the assholes

Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon

Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds

When I pull up, hit to lick, Indiana Jones

She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom

Got a wifey takin' care of tippy-tippy

Got a ballerina, always count 'em toes

I just try this first, she got me out the zone

Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic singin' hypertonic, yeah

Back to the topic, no more pointers, I need dollars

Got a shawty, she gon' pop it, she a star like Madonna

Africana khaki, Hotel Rwanda, anaconda

Lord, forgive me, I'ma fuck the digits

No adultery, but I let the patna kiss the one that wrist is in it

I ain't do no phonics, but it's so ironic, I'm the hottest topic

My mama drop me (Mama), sicky in the heady, crack baby

Nigga psychotic, nigga Steve Jobs, nigga symphonatic

"I am such a motherfucker

But I will go fuck your mother"

Yeah, shee, yuh kiddo

Stay pon street wid God and di peace in di street

Touch road weh mi see, all di robber dem a pree

All di bees and di trees and di coolin' breeze

From creation, God in it

Life really come wid di negative and positive

Yuh see the yin-yang bling bling, chargin' it

The enemy pennin' me with the apple remedy

Yuh nuh see mi step pon di snake and get dark in it

Call fi mi, God, I'm the one, Samuel

Prophet dawg, money bag, residual, baby mom

Tek a Addy, make it go weh

Pon Addall mi cyaan fall

Now yuh pissed, get out di stall

Oh, oof, oh, oof, oh, ts, oh, ts, oh

Diligent, talkin' deals, in a Hebrew code, synagogue

Chosen one, is he real? Israel, ask God

I'm located in the sky, get off me

And my wrist, this type of life is costing me

One, zero, and below, they get frosty

They try to lock me up then make them copy

I don't need a presidential

I ain't snitchin', gettin' out like Bob D

I can pick up in the presidential car

No content, I ain't content, no, not at all

Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it?

She shoot di cocky, but this a nuh soca, this is dancehall, yuh see it?

Mi come from di light, run inna di dark like a marathon, yuh see it?

Poland man, colder dan di land

Cyaan fuck wid disrespect (Not at all)

Bring yuh mathematics when it come to trigonometry

Nigga, don't try it (Not at all)

Not a gyallis, but di gyal dem a blow up mi phone like, "Can you take a call?" (Not at all)

Rather have an exotic than a goddamn Honda Accord (Not at all)