[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the 6-0-trio, incognito
You motherfuckers makin' no sense like Don Vito
Only sweet when I'm sippin' mojitos
Every track fire, they tellin' me "More heat, yo"
I ain't never turnin' down, Thermos
Plan to ride wave when my name does surface
Get it, ride wave when the name, surface?
I'm a rap genius explainin' my own verses
[Verse 2]
My dick get happy, happy when you shake that Laffy Taffy
Goddamn, I don't mean to snicker every time you rappin', rappin'
But you need to take five if you think you got Mars bars
'Cause you ain't out this planet, homie, you don't bring no Charizard
That's mayday, mayday, tryna get a payday
I don't really need nothin' but a hundred grand 'cause I'm
Tryna ball like Carmelo in the NBA
You know, mounds of dough, pounds of dro
For the goons, homies, and scoundrels
I don't smoke, but they'll probably need an ounce or more
So we straight long as nobody ask for coke
[Verse 3]
I roll up to the scene, I see you grillin', but what for, man?
This ain't no foreman, my fans be wantin' more, man
I'm hungry like a poor man, pedal to the floor, man
If you want a bunch of bitches, then leave rap and be a Mormon
I torment these MCs, they don't fuck with M-E
I'm bringin' this shit from the grave, givin' it life like an EMT
I'm certified, certified, who you know diversifies?
When I rap, guaranteed that the verse would die
Seen growth like I had the craft fertilized, I
[Verse 4]
Lean back like purple drank
Ain't a weed rapper braggin' how the purp is dank
Or your refer's med or your purp is stank
And that's cool, I just prefer a purpose, ayy, get it?
Prefer a purpose?
My weed rap got these weed rappers nervous
Over tops like beer suds
Let the music get you high while you listen through your earbuds
[Verse 5]
Ayy, where'd I be without? Ayy, I can't see without
And I can't breathe without you, why you leavin' now?
You say you're needin' out instead of hold me
Come on, baby, I know that we both lonely
Like shoe strings, we got ties together
When my dough gets cookin', we gon' rise together
And I know it's slow cookin', ain't defined by cheddar
Can't rain this parade, I don't mind the weather
I'm like
[Verse 6]
Bop it, bop it, go ahead and drop it, drop it
She told me, "Give me space," I'm about to rock it, rock it
I'm sayin', "Fuck your clique, I'd roll up with my posse, posse"
No new friends, old school shit, corduroy, OshKosh B'gosh'in
Hit 'em with a little bit of fashion
Pickin' up the pace, spittin' fire like a dragon
Your shit draggin'
How you buckin' at 'em when you laggin'?
You ain't never was not a has-been, damn it
I'ma burst your Hubba bubble
I don't mean no trouble, trouble
Find a temporary cure when the money get tight
Drink 'til I see double, double
[Verse 7]
Still tippin', still tippin'
When this shit dropped, I was heal flippin'
Playing Tony Hawk in middle school
Fuck class, I was all about field trippin'
It's JZAC (Who?), JZAC (Who?)
Tryna turn a dollar to a Maybach
So I spring into gear like May's back
Built a grass root team, and tryna hay stack
Back then they didn't want me, nah
Fuck that shit, nothin' even change yet
I ain't got no change yet, I'ma go and change that
Ain't it kinda strange that the beat sound ancient?
Tell the fuckboys and hooligans, move out
I'm about to break the rules again
Can't believe that they call this shit old school
Well, if so, I just made old cool again
