ATL.What's up, y'all?NYC.Yo, yo, yo, kid.D-Town.What up, dog?Tony.Standing on the speaker,told this verse, Kalipa, powder on the plate,turn the girl into Eureka.Remember, if I don't see it,then I don't believe it.I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila.Birthday in Vegas,laying with my Weezy.Asked about her friends,she like, boy, I don't believe you.I'm just trying to live and they turned into evil.My partner is a crip,the only thing he eat is seafood.School of hard knocks,I can * around and teach you.License to kill and I just got a renew.Spoke to Deb Jammer and they talking about a reno.Spoke to God's end,he can pay me in crypto.Bought eight yard club,yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat.And you know my Bible,mixin' mine with the Pino.I say scratch that,gon' bring it back like PrimoI say scratch that,gon' bring it back like PrimoYou know my set,I'm throwin' dollar signs I lick her neck and turn her body to a waterslide I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hotfry Tone it, tone it, tone it, tone it, tone it That's my top five*, and I'm walkin' swag on this beat Enough to make Rakim proud of meYou got my mouth,and your bitch ass pose somethin' negativeYou coulda called me I'm from the dark side,but the whip lightskin I do what I wanna do like white men I hit you in the fuckin' head with the micstand I * my girl in the daytime on a nightstandYou ain't know that,did you?Real recognize real and you don't look familiar I'm from Riverdale Road,we ain't got no riverGot the pole concealed behind the partition Listen,a trap nigga, I'll perform at BarMitzvah A trap nigga,I'll perform at the Crystal'sI ain't gon' fight,but I still tote pistol Ain't gon' kill you,all I got to do is whistleI think my roof's off.They been plagiarizing, they been stealing sauce.Soon as I see him,I'm gonna pick him off.I got a beard,but I must ask Ricky Ross.God took his time with me.Kingpin's wanna sign with me.Gunshots is truly Atlanta.Where things that go left like Julius Rounder.I got the * lit,no need for a counter.Just like Kyrie, I got the * houndin'.I got this * help walking around your party like where the party at yeah,but party and yet could lead to a cardiacBut I'm drunk and I give a * like how cardiac.I'm already back.I just had to run to my cardiacHeadache and the leave I'm gonna eat eight of them for Pete's sake I've been stepping on leaf rakes againI keep waking up in the bed with complete strangers and I eat praises and get more chicks than Pete DavidsonMan, I can't help it.I mean,I got the devil in me.Let me put it more delicately.* your feelingsI'm a felon pussy,you're jealous of meProbably cause my cerebellum's a parabellum pussyEven if I swear to sell a pussy I'd still be like a female that's hookin'And * you can do to stop me from sellin' pussyYeah,work mine, your rhymes are so fuckin' washed upI call them snore linesBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washableI'ma search till I find the most awfulest line as possibleMind is awful, all I need is a small little piney pocketI be talked into trying to walk up inside of a Shriners hospitalAnd they're trying to make Marshall the guy responsibleFull of them Joshua's giant arsenalLike I'm also the reason his 9 is cocked and he brought his toolAnd decides to hide it inside of his lockerTill the next time he's picked on at schoolBut you're out of your gourd if you're thinking that I ain't killing this beatI'm not even forcing myself to vomitBut if I had a * eating disorder or anorexiaBelieve me, I couldn't body this more for youMan,I'm beyond childish when I'm on ValiumJust like mom downs them,they call it Mon Chow-someCause she hands me some,and says, come on, chow some These are non-drowsy,I mean non-drowsy,but they help you calm down someSo before I zonk out,I'm trying to make Rob proud,I'm hoping this song riles himI pop like 9000,I'm out at 5000Oh, hold up, one more thing, spit syllables on a mic in a booth like I'm at Drew'sEven if I win or lose,I'm in the news,even my interviews get like 5 million viewsI get accused of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like I'm a ZeusMixing knife on the booze,tonic and bruise, hot on the side of my shoesThat's psych, I'm just playing * mumble rap