[Verse 1]

Get the fuck up outta my house

Put the fires out

Get the 9s out

Rhymes out, to your dome

Brrrr

Blow your mind out

Rick James

Nigga what the fuck?

That was my couch

Everybody stepping on it

Like they own the shit

Did the work to learn the routine

Stop lying to the team

Young nigga killa b

Taking every shot

No vaccines

Every track is a laxative

Keep your head above the waves

Another 20 hours in a psychopathic daze

Had to make a way

On the grind

How much? Man, all the time

I ain't playin round, had a slow start

I ain't playing ketchup

But the mayo coming

If the bacon 'round

I ain't saying shit

Niggas talkin louder than a plane base

But I'm spraying glade

You remain shit

So I'm never fucking with the fakes

You can demonstrate

Put you on display

Nigga

Always showing 30 minutes late

When you day shift

I be on that waking 30 minute fore my fuckin clock

Every fuckin day

You are a disgrace

And my mama taught me, nigga

Have self worth

Man all these niggas vultures

Leave you in the desert

Better put yourself first

Still a Real nigga, cold world

Pocket full of bud

Bird of prey, won't you show me love?

[Chorus]

Its just another way you wanna

Make a nigga feel alone x4

[Verse 2]

Kakarot with 50,000 hours in training

David blaine and prestidigitation

Crystal waves

And better days

And take vacation

Compensation

Formulation

No formation

Pay the station

Paper wavors

Paper places

Never lazy

Plan the dates

A nation waits

Amazing grace

In savored places

Til the beat is erogenous

Beating them, beat em up

Feast on the sonic

And creamate em

Menial

Meat on the barbecue

Leave em starving in a pit

With their molecules

Stitched

Garbage is pitched in the coffin

With nothing but piss in the stocking

And peeling the lid off of

Bottles and bottles

And models

Be always on top of me

Get the fuck off of me

Given Sodomy

A feeble luncheon

You the alpha male?

I guess I'm going hunting

Lost a couple hunnids

In a sunken

Rummaging through honeyBunches

Like I wanted money

But i didn't punch in

Loving money but I need to touch it

ME and my niggas be in the function

That boy loud as a bag of funyuns

Ytb the king, no discussion

Bitches strippin like the summer coming

Running from the brotha

Like he choppin onions

Know he run It

Man he really something

Clean house nigga

Pass sponges

Roast toes

Nigga wash bunions

Rather not fuck with

Smoking chrona Arizona

Down by the boulevard

Group or more power to ya

Loosening chains

Ain't freeing these new slaves

But working at it's a learning habit