[Verse 1]

If I drive in a Bugatti, you say illuminati

Holding down my set, mobbin like John Gotti

I spit it everywhere like a long nose shotty

They don't see my good deeds, but the Lords knows shorty

Raised by my mother, act like my father

Like a bowling ball, I came from the gutter

Words don't come easy like I speak with a stutter

But my thoughts start to flow, then I create another

In the midst of bacon, it's Assalamualaikum

F*ck all ya N****z, straight hating

You keep me on my toes never breaking my concentration

Talk less to learn more, when having a conversation

Through my eye, see ‘em try angle like free mason

Now take it to the head, lift ‘em higher than free basin

I wake up in the morning to beautiful, freak Asians

I blow a cloud in the air my nukka I reek patience

Remember the alley way, called that strip rock n roll

Heavy metal on the block, fiends cop a rock n roll

Heart of an SUV, built for rocky road

Life’s bitch I really hope she ready that cocky load

[Hook]

The FEDS want to sweat me like a sauna

They're claiming that they smell the weed aroma

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

I could wake a man up out a coma

I know you hear me coming round the corner

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Uncut when y'all were thinking coca

Me and my digital scale done broke up

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

It's looking like I live La Vida Loca

It's only because a brother man done woke up

[Verse 2]

I'ma bout to hit ‘em harder than Mayweather on a Speed bag

Envy heavy on ya chest, green, like a weed drag

Beat ‘em out the round using four hooks and three jabs

Pack loud, it had smokey breaking out rehab

Calculated, plan a meticulous way

Fake ID, face off before Nicholas Cage, burner so old, the trigger on the nickle is beige

My gift to the word, call my shit Saint Nicholas day

Over figures that jump, respect the one who got jumped

Coz he came right back around, and he left them Nukkaz slumped

I'm not for trash talk, ya careers stuck in the dumps

Ya better off walkin the strip equipped with a pair of pumps

Remember the alley way, called that strip rock n roll

Heavy metal on the block, fiends cop a rock n roll

Heart of n SUV, built for rocky road

Life’s bitch I really hope she ready that cocky load

[Hook]

The FEDS want to sweat me like a sauna

They're claiming that they smell the weed aroma

I could wake a man up out a coma

I know you hear me coming round the corner

Uncut when y'all were thinking coca

Me and my digital scale done broke up

It's looking like I live La Vida Loca

It's only because a brother man done woke up