Damn, it's been to much going on

Ain't no way I can do all this sober

Aye yo! Aye pour me up with hundred real quick

Preciate it

Yea...yea!

Aye, aye

I be on a hundred-proof straight

I be in the field like I'm Bobby Boucher

Ima drop the bomb on these bitches Hussein

Find me in the front like that nigga Usain

I know ya try and clone my style you can't

Pitching melodies even though I can't sing

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain, yea

G-Star Tech don't jam

Blow a whole stack on a bunch of rubber-bands

Took a big risk got it on the first try

If I had a second chance I'd do it all again

I go in the mall issa fucking stampede

Everybody wanna put their hands on me

I cannot be touched operating out of range

Had to look back just to see how far we came, aye

I be on a hundred-proof straight

I be in the field like I'm Bobby Boucher

Ima drop the bomb on these bitches Hussein

Find me in the front like that nigga Usain

I know ya try and clone my style you can't

Pitch a melody even though I can't sing

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain, yea

My team run with the stick like track boy

And you don't run shit like a fat boy

Don't nobody really know where we're from so

Ima put us all on the map

My homie Dante he got locked away

Moved with the snow like he had a sleigh

Stood over the stove, whipping like a slave

Promised him one thing

Promised I won't change

Bitches be watching, all in my Kool-Aid

We give them a bukkake instead of a bouquet

I know I'm so cocky, using my third leg

Whipping a Ducati, stolen, no plates

Married to the game bought her a diamond ring

I used to really care, boy how the times have changed

On the same planet but we are not the same

I tell her trayforme and never lose ya faith

I be on a hundred-proof straight

I be in the field like I'm Bobby Boucher

Ima drop the bomb on these bitches Hussein

Find me in the front like that nigga Usain

I know ya try and clone my style you can't

Pitching melodies even though I can't sing

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain, yea

I be on a hundred-proof straight

I be in the field like I'm Bobby Boucher

Ima drop the bomb on these bitches Hussein

Find me in the front like that nigga Usain

I know ya try and clone my style you can't

Pitching melodies even though I can't sing

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain

I don't want the kitty-cat I just want the brain, yea

G-Star Tech don't jam

Blow a whole stack on a bunch of rubber-bands

Took a big risk got it on the first try

If I had a second chance I'd do it all again

I go in the mall issa fucking stampede

Everybody wanna put their hands on me

I cannot be touched operating out of range

Had to look back just to see how far we came, aye