Chillin on my patio

Neighborhood savant starring in a rare cameo

Catch me out in Harlem, rare fits n flicks, hand me those

Hand me down kicks, Americas from '06

And I’m spitting with a Catchy flow

I’m an ashin’ pro

Flick a lit cigarette at a gassy hose

That’s an analogy for my path to blow

Got no job, rap like my family the mob

I'm washin’ these hoes, just call me the swab

Put to the test, I’m still at my best

Fill it with lead, then make the desk my bed

Put my head down and get me some rest

Instead of sippin', I been eatin instead

Hungry man, mils for a TV deal don’t sound too bad

I just wanna put on for my moms and my dad

Big sis and big bro, when we all winnin’ they’ll be mad

Come through with big gifts out the bag like I’m Santa

Cuz I get paid to trip on stage Santana

Straight outta NY mouth sound like Alabama

Son of Sam spit a 16, kill ops confidence like cancer

Son of Sam spit a 16, kill ops confidence like cancer