Uh, venom is the for homies

This shit my little pony

Mix it with purple jollies

Leaning like Pisa I be

Copping Preme via visa

Capital on the beat bitch

Stomp the blunt on the cement

This one for Rave Jesus

Feeling flyer than Teezus

I fucked the world from Venus

I'm far from the meanest

Actavis in her cleavage

Act on us & we gon turn yo brains into cheez its, Can’t fuck with my team bitch

We catch pussy like fevers

The slab punctured her spleen & its fucking up how she sleeps and

I hope I wore a condom, cause I can't feed the fetus

Light up the L cause you know we staying undefeated

Nigga I'm balling you could see it from the fucking bleachers

Nigga I’m balling & don't ask me for no fucking feature

I'm self-titled & Rich, my last name is Lionel

Catch me with a box logo on your fucking vinyl

Yea its me & I'm back like a fucking spinal

Play me mono y mono

I won't lose like Chicago, 96 in me, but 98 is me

Shoot that nigga in his knee mo bet he losing Disney, or probably that knee

What's a Fred to a Daphne, if Velma ain't fucking Shaggy?

Shoutout to Scooby Doo

Doors suicide, the interior murder

So, Supreme I say that shit you never heard of

Any rapper want beef I turn that beef into burgers

Cus if, I can't eat then you can’t eat either

Look

If he can’t eat then you can't feast with us

Fuck them niggas talking down like they was in bleachers

They be in jail next week on some civil shit

I got these words locked up like imprisonment

The niggas in prison ain’t even have jurisdiction for these sentences

I stay supplied with heat, they demand i repeat

Wait

Well rock ya whole set, put Dwayne Johnson in a jet

Shoot another shitty movie and pop another Percocet

So that we ain't feelin' pain when these niggas crash that limousine

Fuck Lionel where was riches when we was sickly

Put the pain in the back told em we was on sick leave

Yeah i said somebody talk to Sofia Richie

She feeling bitchy cus of money

The broke bitch for the money

I ain't countin’ up shit cus I'm too broke the honeys

I be in my bag tryin not to get bagged

They be pullin' up w three stacks saying can't touch that

Bombs over baghdad and you can't bag that

They be dying just to tell you that you can't rap raps

Cus how you rollin them jays got you lookin like jay-z

Hittin' the bottle so my vision stay hazy

Models in my area I don't need my eyes to see

And when I die pour the bottle on my grave please

Tell my story to the eulogist like a happy homecoming

Imma need the gift of gab so you can keep the O's coming

Ain't no run ins with the feds we confront em and they dip

Tryna make it to the point where I confront M's and I dip

Shit thats, 10 for a whip?

Or thats 30 for your chain?

If a nigga had bread ain't shit gon' be the same