[Intro]

Rrragh

Hahahaha

Evil shit, my brother

I'm a winner, I'm going to win

Woo

I had to hustle hard, never give up

You should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around

Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up like

Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up like

Checka-checka-checka-checka one two

Maybe if they tried to understand me

What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family

Whoo, whoo

[Verse 1]

Hear my name ring the bells like in London

Big Ben, Guns N' Roses, this is Welcome to the Jungle

This is angelic demons, insane sinners and evil

And trips that's out to Belgium with Js spliffs and diesel

This is Amsterdam, Thailand, the rest of them I paid off

Call me Top Dawg when I'm smoking, yeah the Jay Rock

Since a schoolboy I had a Q, and yeah, my name popped

Bars like Lamar, King Kunta when the name drop

Argh, three years, three tapes I made a milli stack

I ain't Lil Wayne but I'm about to bring a milli pack

Got a billy packed, marijuana, let it burn now

Spin it, let is smoke, that's a vroom vroom, burnout

Argh

Yo, play that sample, motherfucka

(I'm a winner)

[Verse 2]

Turn your voice off, you ain't even speaking properly

Talking 'bout your jewelry, you ain't even into property

I'm Loki when I flow and go Odin just like my bro

I'm like Hazeus, Hercules like Nordic Greek mythology, uh

I'm only thirteen with deadliest pills

I was spotting every dog like Cruella de Vil

I perfected every bar because I'm better with skills

Yeah Jack and Jill even know that Chill's ahead of the hill like ugh

Call me Federer, run the net like I'm Tennis

Hit six on a pitch and then switch it like Michael Bevan

Shane Warne, rest in peace, when I spin, throw the leggie

Wish you well, see me out on the street, come and get it

This is no time, matter fact, I'm on my own grind

Why focus on me? I got my dough crime

Why care about opinions when my bro's fine?

Wifey lookin' good with designer up on the clothesline

I'm at the Cypress Hill ganja farm

Eagles and king goes with a swisher and a ganja plant

Ricky Ponting when I punt it then I find the mark

Switch words all on a pitch, boy I'm Michael Clarke

No cricket, they chirp, no gimmicks

I don't play with a dog no more, Mic Ennis

Woolworths with the herb and the bush, flip lettuce

Like Scrabble, I'ma wrap up the game to flip letters, urgh

[Verse 3]

Rrrragh

Told 'em hate it or love it

I'm the game, smoke a 50, kid is baked as an oven

Yeah the sweets superbad, yeah, it taste like McLovin

And yeah the boy's Steve Martin, ganja cheaper in dozens, ugh

Fuck em all, brother, I'm stuck in my old ways

Old days, COVID19 catching a cold case

Wearing Jordan 1's, sprained my ankle, I rolled J's

Yeah Chilly smoke the chilli through billies in whole days, uh

Yeah, the bong's lit, packing more

Killing motherfuckers like it's John Wick Chapter 4

Shit, I'm in the Matrix, pack the tree

Numbers on the board, I be Neo, you're Keanu Reaves

Please, I got bars for the shipments

It's PGA, I'm on par with the stick

On a queen with a ball and the bars full of kicks

Jon Rahm off the hit, go hard for my shit, uh

Break even, get parred, I ain't playing dirty

Big Eagle on the swoop, I don't play with birdies

Golf talk, Tiger Woods on my golf walk

Few really for my stick, boy I'm in the golf war

Brrat

[Outro]

I had to hustle hard, never give up

Damn right I'm proud of myself

You should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around

Damn right I'm proud of myself

What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family