Yeah, yeah, uh, I swear to tell the truth, I got my right hand up My life would probably suck if I gave this mic stand up I'm like, get up, heart stops like hiccups My mind's corrupt, but I got the Midas touch I light my blunt, it's time to get high as *** As far as style, I be fly as ***, try your luck If you're swinging too high, I duck, I slice you up Say goodbye, cause your time is up, they hyped you up We gon' ride into the tires, bust and the gasoline is gone Was talking to a Venus and I asked, what's Serena home? Seek the ass on her and it kinda gave me a bone Don't say nothing crazy, cause I got you on the speakerphone Still I'm the show that they be leaning on Even when they wanna be alone, still they sleeping on Me But they ain't really my concern, no I'm popping like Crisco, I'm disco inferno Hotter than ever, like Rocking a leather on top of a sweater, like You feather type, that's hella light And I can tell from what you told that you the talent type All my niggas, they call felons twice