[INTRO]
Yah mon
Yah mon
Yah mon
[VERSE 1]
Can't tell 'em what three plus three is no more pity
But on my hearse I'm a have them 6's
Higher mathematics took over of course
Watch them, looking down from the Range Rover so horused
Tell myself keep quiet and just cough when I want to say something
'Cause I told these weak fucks success was coming
Oh nah, you won't around when the stress was coming
Told you the best was coming guess that they best sums up to nothing
Looking like I owe Yah, got nothing for Yah, sitting under foyers, duck grease dripping from the foil
Too many good people around for me to start repenting
I tithed for when I got tired and started paying attention
MSNBC got your soul in PC, your mind on LCD searching for your heart
Your mind stuck on channel 3
Separated from the rest couldn't join them niggas
So in short, I'm remotely disappointed in niggas
But I don't blame them I just blame king DNA
Kind Introspective Name Give Duty No Abdicate
This life so give and take, so give me 'nough keep
So I can see how much I can take (ugh)
Swapping all my names for Prophesir Wakenbaker
This would be in my journal but I ran out of paper
Never try to kill the track just play the game like Shaq
I just posterize a bar and let you highlight that
[Bridge]
Riding 'round the city and on my wrist I got Benz
And on my Benz I'm a sport a wrist
Hang it out the window
Nigguh watch me fish
[Rev X Spirit of Truth]
[VERSE 2]
Just know that if you die you won't die again
Unless you Hindu, Mace Windu
Only black, sorry, Jedi can
You imagine multi-billionaires really caring
'Bout a multi-hundred million dollar Hov man
Come from the future trillionaire DeLorean
Been beat Biff now they beating for our dicks
Lot of chicks, outfits, all that but you got to get your soul fixed
First so you don't end up back in the dirt, back of a hearse, Genesis first, no ices at first
Burn my throat so I mix it with some juice
Sitting on the throne of the chicken coupe eating chicken soup with chitterlings and a 40 brew
Come from the future trillionaire DeLorean
I do what I want, you do what you can
Nothing wrong with balance but you crossing lines
What you saying, eX's and O's breath smell like toes in a pan (ugh)
Shk-k blocka blocka blocka, shoot the whole block up
Where the game gun at shooting for the score call it Duck Hunt
Kirk and Spock or Biggie and Pac or Bugs and Daff either way, we all got dock doors
So send your boy the package if you need waxing
Mr. Miyagi, free lessons, no taxes
Me and my partners gone always prosper
Dread your future take it from the words of a Rasta
If you a good girl, get offended when I grab the feather
But she bad so her knees getting stuck to the leather on couch 'bout to write another Scarlett Letter
Only thing I'm missing is a tec and a Coogi sweater (yeah)
At her daddy house, he let me whip the Cadi out
She try to make me nut fast but I smack my dick head (yeah)
Got to drag it out, she going to her friend's house
Hate that bitch, today I'm a curse her out (yeah)
He said that's who car I say hop in the car
Break the baggies out fossil fuels, send them to the stars
He plucked my ear told his daughter behave and little do he know she the freak and I need saving (huh)
Type of chick that got different dudes for different needs
Type of chick that's always missing you and spliffing weed
Type of chick that don't suck dick but she stay on her knees
Type of chick a praise a preacher then appraise his cheese
Write checks with your ass, can't cash 'em girl
Same type that'll hurl if you her the the world
All she need is attention from fake real friends and a Facebook pic with duck face and weed stems
She never suspect with them Asian eyes
Keep perfume she don't ever smell high
Just smell like she been around a group of guys friend zone type that really wouldn't try
Always payed for but never got paid she get off on a Nigguh
Without getting laid
Falls to ratchetness and gets up unscathed
Pilot Jones, she need a raise
Television light hit her face, caught in a gaze
Her hair flows all over the place
Look at this, lies tatted on her arm just amazed
How could she sleep calm
We could've been a type of tag team then we dropped the ball
Now we on each other smash team
Just thinking in passing, this the coldest scene that a Nigguh ever seen
Look at this
