I push the 8-ball right across the pool table Not basketball, but I'm sayin' my game could fool April It's such a marvelous day, and niggas still'll hate you Plant a tree, water the surroundings, then wait to peel a grapefruit Success is my escape route, I drive it like a Grey Coon, license invalid I'm headed to my palace, I'm a cowboy, bitch, I'm rowdy Music playin' loudly, I'm fresh in my attire You boys just in the choir, oak I'm rollin' sober, take a king out a cobra No venom in them, open my hand to women I'm about to Benjamin it, fuckin' off as I spend it In foreign countries, comfy and fuckin' distant Thick old bitches wash my dick and clean the kitchen Tatted wig off when castin' stencils, scripted where they dippin' If it ain't about a waffle, then we dippin' Bitch, on to our expedition, pay attention Before you miss it, nigga, listen Oh I got your back like a spinal tap, yoga bats We're on the bubble, so the flat, nigga, Hulk attack Green snaps and Doja Raps, my wolves lurk where Logan at Wolfgang, musical chairs, I fuckin' fold your back Rollin' up weed and I'm dabbin' the wax You stick to the script, oh, I'll get to the facts Rippin' through tracks like a train conductor I'm givin' them tasks, I'm the instructor The roof's on fire like DJ Khaled tour bus Smokin' on we, bitch, I'm high as a kite Bringin' that wolf in to hop on his flight Born a real nigga, real nigga for life Don't believe in the hype, baby, this mellow hype Smoke good for the night, so I'm good for the night I'm takin' it back to the house, goin' to the hood for the night Backs on heels, nigga, straps go kill The calf, no wheels, Jack told Jill I don't like kinds of icons who pipe down and so on Let bygones be bygones in Taekwondo Where I stand, still fuckin' awesome I am Knee chains with more rocks than rocks and sand And I ran, I sautéed the chef If it's odd, you wanna test? It'll be one big room full of triple-six rappers Always say that I'm low-key with my moves Cause I'm a ninja, I don't like niggas to see what I do And my focus was on saving grace Till I got that late call that wolf killed Ace Heard he sprayed up the place Well, I'm the Midnight Marauder that makes Twilight music And fans think I'm more awkward than Kristen Stewart Couldn't do it without the losers that thought I wouldn't do it No sympathy for the ones that never stuck to it Attack em, rack em, wrap em in the back of a Buick Wonder how my day goes, it ain't nothin' but music And wonder how I spend my evenings, see my kind of night would be Nylon rope, duct tape, me and A. Marie