Well, I´m an alleycat, some say, "A dirty rat" On my side, is my gat, but I´m lyin´ ´bout that
Still bumpin´ Buckshot, trench coat, all in matte black Hat with the curls bangin´ right out the back Facts, I dive in, open eyelids, fuck a silence Big pharma, rest in piss, and get the Heisman Look in my iris, see the trips where I been Anti pill bottle, pro psilocybin Still buyin´ bootleg Gucci from China Donate most but still throw it on consignment Red carpet, Jeff Goldblum´s behind us And they ain´t got a clue that these ain´t real diamonds Don´t turn me back to the old me Backpack, rappin´ and battlin´ back in Oly I was studyin´ the Carter one right after ´03 Marinara, brick oven on the terrace, with the goat cheese You flatbread from Panera, don´t approach me
Coasting David Blaine on that beat, floatin´ OGs, don´t make a mothafucker OD That outfit, that´s a "No" for me If you gonna to do drugs, I can suggest some But I wouldn´t spend that much of your money on Codeine I ain´t judgin´, enjoy your life But that shit is killin´ people and it´s overpriced Hit the club, get the bag,man, I know that´s right But let me teach you youngbloods how to hold the mic, I´m older, right? Never had a poltergeist and still slap a rapper like a white Dolemite, ah
I black out, stage dive right into the crowd, I never tap out
And I ain´t workin´ for a fucking suit, so don´t ask now That´s why I always speak my mind and never back down Since Pac was behind Shock, up in the background Shh, shh, shh, watch the cops Started to rap because I cannot pop and lock Went from sellin´ Nicks in a knot in my sock To sellin´ out arenas where the Knicks throw up shots Goddamn, that´s a hell of a come up European festival money, that´s a hell of a summer I remember they were sayin´ I´d be a one-hit wonder Forty platinum later, boy, they were wrong ´bout the number, nah-nah I´m so focused, the pen is so potent
The beachfront look like I own the whole ocean Pull up in that, skrrt, skrrt, the door opens The mink coat, draggin´ on the floor, I ain´t even notice These rappers so emotive, grown men emoji Face cryin´ all on their socials And I ain´t hatin´, I guess I´m just old school We suppress feelings and scrapped right after homeroom Old gold, OJ, and some cold shrooms Twenty ounce of Faygo to go with the soul food Look what I made off of Protools Still remind pops, "Aw, man, yeah, I told you" Ooh-wee