[Hook]
Double, Triple
I'mma make this plain and simple
Triple, Double
So much mula we in trouble
Double, Triple
We gon make it so you cripple
Triple, Double
Too much mula we in trouble
Double, Triple
I got nickels top of nickels
Triple, Double
Hundred hundreds you in trouble
Double, Triple
No such thing as plain and simple
Triple, Double
Got you hooked now you're in trouble
[Verse 1]
I know It's been a while but I'm back now
Coppin' this designer shit, but I'm wack, how?
I'mma say something yo' ass didn't know about
How to rap, I know, talk smack now
Say whatever you wanna say to me
Come and find me under a money tree
With the shady leaves
Get a refreshing breeze
And I'mma never leave
And that's guaranteed
Try to shut me down that's torture
All that's gonna do is put more gas in my lighter
And when I get the fire, I'mma torch ya
Scorch ya, disort, distort so basically I'mma contort ya
In various ways, In a variety of shapes
Open up the gates, to let the neighbours gape
Nah I'm not sick, I'm unstable
But I'm stable nuff to not jump a stable
I'm kinda too damn unstable
But I'm able enough to not
Finish off what I started
A bugattis
Not good enough to ride in
Gimme that tricycle with the 10 inch rims
So I can pull right up to the party
Get it started. Pick a 40
And take some shots on a nice Ducati
So sporty you know we
Rock this place so that the ops come ever so shortly
Thats how we do
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Okay 2nd verse, time to kick it and get lyrical
Don't look at me wrong if I get stereotypical
Imagine I was a criminal
Or one of the many villanelles
Now typically I wouldn't be
Thats not possible, physically
Naah I'm just messing with you
But are you messing with me?
Lets say I did something wrong..
Promise that you wouldn't leave
No matter what it might be
Or even what it might seem
The other one in the league
Is just a nominee
So don't worry 'bout me
Better don't worry 'bout B
B then don't worry 'bout U
And then I guess we all cool
Too cool for school we rule
And you lose, you drool
We too cool for rules
Us kid g's only doodle
Oodles and oodles of noodles and poodles
And Bubbles in puddles and Words up in jumbles under rubble and
There's a little funnel full of pancakes and mud we'll put it all over Jazz's face
Now there's a little problem with what I have become
I've been breathing things and been reading things
And I don't think I'm done
I've been seeing things, been dreaming things
That have me on the run
I've been hiding things, don't abide by things
And that's just number one
See there's levels to these things
That basically stay the same
But I skipped all of those levels
I'm not involved in the game
And I'm worse then a devil
I'm a rebel making a name
So come at me with what you got
But I'm 100% Insane
Or I might be