Goin off the grid, nasa can't find me on a radar,;

I run my own militia, drop the Glock and grab an the AR

Flow so official ineed my own trademark;

Life ain't a bitch, its a game and u get played hard

Burnin everyday in science class they call me bunson;

Im the chef to ur bitch, she gotta bun bun burnin in the oven

Blow job at mcdonalds, I call that shit mclovin

Head get me hungry so I order a whopper, hold the onions

Lightin more than cheech an chong, an wiz khalifa

Stickin outta the bong water you can call me a reefer

Runnin at ya dogs, you Scooby , an im the creeper

Life’s easy as a piece of cake an I eat her

Runnin laps, this my race, you ain't first then you last

Choke on my dust, you leave in a hearse an I laugh

We start off fly high, but some of us crash

I like to get wasted, three drops FUCK IT a splash

I follow my girls, im obsessed, Mariah carey

I like a clean bitch, not a girl that’s hairy

Like when freddy meets jason these words are scary

All my shit stay tighter than the virgin mary

That shit as sweet as as kush from the neighborhood dealer;

Hide ya bitch, im from pitsburgh ain't a superbowl champ but imma steel her

She addictin as crack, but I’ll make more dollars when I deal her

She try an run, I gott her hooked so I real her

Rollin shit that’s like a needle to a dope fiend

Mixing in Nyquil with oxycotins and hydrocodenes

Im in the clouds, you on your knees hoping

To get to my level, you must be the next jim carry, I no your jokin

Im the number 1 like chris bosh

You’d think we at a slipknot concert, throwin hands like a mosh

I act badass, and girls know im hard as a rock

I fit into the rap game better than lebrons with high tops

Theres a lot more to life than ya clothes money, swag an jewels

I mind my own business, unlike all these bragging fools

Lifes the big game, the buzzer signals death, an im the ref, flag ya with a penalty you know the rules