Kevlar on the beat
Yeah, yo, I'ma let it soak in like some
Good soup on these niggas for a minute, man
Uh-huh, you know what it is
With the Sparky Anderson in the building, baby
Give me that one more time, man
Yeah, let it flow like a white owl above your senses, man
Blow out your senses like a white owl, baby
Aight
Yo, my soul'll glisten, Jackie Joyner flow drifting
More shit than a pigeon, Buddha make 'em television
Blu-ray precision, blow Maraz out your engine
Not to mention my enrichment make powder glow
Long arm pro, one apple split your avocado
Green cap, penny top rap, catwalk a model
Tyra Banks, Queen Sheba, meet her, swallow liters
Crawl across burning desert mounts of Helen Feaver
Toast with a blunt, call me golden retriever
Green paper on tap like oxygen to hydrogen features
This be my nitroglycerin thesis
Or it's duct tape, white doves and death to the speaker
Find my luck late, eat gloves, mix OJ with ether
See the dope game, it's the same as flora ether
Know my waist got worms the size of nine millimeter
I treat her how I treat her, liter after liter
Smoke cedar after cedar, still breathalyze cleaner
Than a twelve-step leader, bronze man on the sand
Never turn to Tina or parakeeta
Right hand on the heater, knowing I barely teeter
Haha, what up?
Call me Prince Charles, my mother stay rocked up
Glocked up, rocking a gun umbrella, size eight Clark
Love to dance, weed, sneakers and speakers
Flying wide beaches, pour shots, Mr. Azul rocks
That's me, new flame, a double XL Jag
Baby blue nozzles, see on Nina
Shoot like the new and improved military machine rap
Magazines jump off clean racks
Wipe out the spouse, bag up
Welcome to the house of flying daggers where niggas get grabbed up
Snatched like an actress, act up
The van with the old man driving with the hammer, that's Black Pudd
Slut niggas go up in your bitch butt
Owe that money, we coming at your ass like Michelle
You gon' die, nigga, you won't lie
I figured I could help you, my homie, you won't ride
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