The flow will cut you in half, must be the bad magician

This liquor in her system got her, yeah, I’m on a mission

Poetic with my words, now she wants the Charles Dickens

She fell in love with me cuz I’ve got some mad ambition

That’s ignorance she stricken with when she thinks I’m listenin’

She wanna view Tha Bakery, like that’s a quick decision

That’s when I brought her back to let her see what I’ve been up to

Your wish is my command, and I’ll make all your wishes come true, haha

Somebody get the cake, cеlebrate, chillin’ out, namaste

I’m turnin’ еveryday into a holiday

She might have been the perfect girl for me that got away

But that’s nothing that some Jim Beam can’t fix

I’l need a nice sip, hittin’ me right quick

I can see a better life like I be psychic

Man, I bet you didn’t think that I could speak like this

Never rewrite when I be on my freestyle shit, okay?

Everybody’s lookin’ at me different when I’m at the bar

Just a quick reminder, though, that I was never actin’ hard

Everything about me now is polished like a classic car

Everything about me now is fresher than some caviar

Blackin’ out with rap till that’s the color of my credit card

You were confident until you heard me, then it fell apart

Now you got some battle scars, pullin’ out yo’ deck of cards

If you got a girl, it go “blow me/blew me” - Avatar

Tricks up my sleeve when I smoke ya, that’s a magic show

Every line is juicy, Biggie, how you like them apples, tho

Bite me, break enamel, she was stuck up like some cameltoe

Tellin’ stories ‘bout her, laughin’ with my homies - anecdote

Hardy, har, har, who the hell you think you are?

I’m Generic, I remember bringin’ 3rd grade bars

I never even knew that I would make it this far

I was watchin’ Rugrats, and then became the Reptar

I’m the man from nantucket

I pack so many flows like I’m packin’ my damn luggage

My plan, you can’t touch it

These hands go bare knuckles

Makin’ sure I’m beatin’ you till I’m kickin’ the damn bucket, ah

Sweep you off your feet, girl, I’m so handy, man

Give you something sweet, girl, I’m the candyman

Makin’ babies to the beat, girl, I’m a family man

Twist you into pretzel, now you’re at Auntie Anne’s

I’ve got the spottie ottie dopalicious, so consistent

Holy shittin’, motor spittin’, Yoda wisdom, hold up, listen

You think you hot and that you’ve got in upstairs

But there ain’t no way you keep your cool if you got no conditionin’

You gotta control the method, you gotta just go perfect it

You need to take the truth and stretch it like a Yoga lesson

You need to know who you dissin’ up on your record

Please do not be disrespectful to me, homie, I’m the second coming

I’ve got the reverend runnin’, I’m got my engine gunnin’

I used to wear the hand-me-downs out like second husband

This flow, I bet you want it, get thrown inside the oven

Tha Bakery is stockin’ up, you Cheaper By The Dozen

She wanted to rock wit it, she really wanted to be lockin’ lips

She wanna be optimistic, but my ego so metropolistic

Apollo Creed mixed wit Rocky with how I’m boxin’ with it

My Ghetto Gospel, innit, yeah, I go 2Pacalyptic