Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar The next time that I see ya bro Bet yo ass still won't be tight The size of my dick nigga, every pussy tight I write all night til the sun comes up Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts Cobra clutch the game, put that bitch into submission Yo bitch want the stick shift, no transmission Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin' Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons Nigga my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle Detroit nigga, but I'm smokin' on LA
[Hook] And is anybody nervous? I'm red to go [2x] I said is anybody worried? I'm red to go [2x] Is anybody scared? I'm red to go [2x] Well I used to be afraid I'm red to go [2x]
Tired of where I came from but know where I'm goin' Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion Aroma on that 'etra scary and McNairy Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries Blowjobs from model twins Doin' drugs with acronyms So many lines thought this shit was bush garden Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka Hotel room like a hair metal concert This blonde made the dick do the spring on [?] You disrespect I hit you with the slap of Tatanka Remember nigga used to eat shit that didn't match Like cornbeef hash and some fuckin' Apple Jacks Used to bag up the packs at [?] every night Bologna all night, with no peanut butter, couldn't waste it on the mic So I waste every night, everything came with rice And I knew I wouldn't write So I got my ass up, fuck dependin' on luck Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low Now my self esteem is astral Lookin' at this cash flow
Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho I'm bout to pimp the rap game Bitch I'm red to go [2x]
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