[Intro]

Ugh, ugh, okay, okay, ugh

[Verse 1]

September 7th, I be in the future

Off that line from the gutter, Drake and Future, ugh

The seats butter and the paint is stupid

Yeah that bitch sittin' fat lookin' like Rasputia, wait

I'm day dreamin', where the time go

Karate chopping bricks like I'm Tong Po

Karate kid crane kick front door

Turn a well known hitter to a John Doe

Head honcho, bitches call me Sancho

I'm all about my queso like Libre, Nacho

Fast lane pronto, double cup slow-mo

Erthang Skanless, mug shot for the promo

I spent my whole life duckin' popo

'Cause once they got your photo it's ugly as Quasimodo

E'rybody askin' what I'm trippin' for

'Cause I'm greezy like Louisiana river boats

What they hittin' for, henny I be sippin' on

Henny I be pourin' out for all my niggas dead and gone

You better find a good bitch, make sure that she head strong

Make sure that her head dope and love you when ya bread gone

But all ya homies love you when your bread long

Them the same niggas want ya head gone

Prayin' for my downfall, freeze frame, fuck y'all

Rewind that, that's on me, I ain't never trust y'all

Yeah nigga that's real talk, that's real rap, that's real shit

Now fast forward that real shit, where e'rybody that's real went?

I'm still here with the same troops, they day one

No new niggas but if you with us then you A1

Space Jam, ray guns, my guns look like play guns

We treat work like Play-Doh, we stretch that and make play dough

We go hard like playoffs, hit Greystone's, hit Playhouse

We don't go in, we just sit back and follow drunk marks back to they house, ugh

Yahtzee, Bingo

Big chips like Pringles, Big chips like Plinko

I shoot clutch like free-throws in a tie game and the clock gone

If I shoot twice and I score once, yellow tape my team on, ugh, ugh

No guts no glory, you save hoes like Maury, I play hoes like Sorry

Push button that start him, big Gs like Jordy

Twelve dated like Rodgers, street monster like Blanka

Smooth plug on the blanco, but I need a bitch like blanco

I find her I'ma go gorilla, King Kong, Congo

Punchlines like combos, turn studios into dojos

Turn condos into porn huts, square bitches, they born sluts

Dumb bitches get laced up, no tennis shoes, throw heels on 'em

That's Backpage, that's concrete, fifty toes, that's a five piece

Roscoe's number nine meat with the plenty syrup and the ice tea

Fuck Nino Brown, I'm like G-Money, I love Coco, Ice-T

Spice one, Bossalini, yeah bitch I'm from kill street

The killa gang, no killa block with a C-O-D kill-streak

I'ma live life till they kill me, earn stripes till they feel me

My mind gone, I need an operation, head doctor come heal me

My record long and it's filthy, I just wanna live wealthy

By any means I'ma get the cream, I'ma keep it trill like Bun B

One mic, one P, one key, one beat

That's all I need in this life of mine, in this life of rhyme, that's on me

Killa!