(snoring) Oh shit I'm late, aah, FUCK! [Verse 1] Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth Go to take a leak and piss over the toilet seat Then I go to clean it up but get some on my thumb Rub my eye by accident and irritate it some Running out the door, I'm late for work, I gotta run Open up the door, someone standing there with a gun "Put your hands up, don't make any noise or you'll be done Give me all your jewelery!", I told him "I got none!" He told me "You're a rapper, don't be lying to me son!" I said, "I ain't balling but I got weed if you want some?" Then he looked away and when he did, I punched his throat So he hit the ground, dropped his gun and started to choke I told him "we could've just kept it cool and had a smoke So rob me if you want motherfucker because I'm broke" Running, tryna catch my train but I just missed it bro And the next train is coming in 40 minutes yo [Hook] You think you know me but perhaps, you don't There are a few things about me you should know I keep my anger built inside on the low Things do tend to get better Things will get better when I get home [Verse 2] I made it to work in an hour and a half Late, ran into my boss and the rest of the staff Great, he was fuming at me and pointing a pen "You were supposed to be here at 8 and showed at 10?" Wait, just let me explain you know I'm not a liar He said, "it doesn't matter because of now, you are fired!" Hate, pouring inside of my body and I'm wired So I went outside and slashed the motherfucker's tires Saw me from the window, when he did, he called the cops Walked away but they saw me so I'm running through blocks Running towards the subway and then I heard a shot Bullet missed me but a body in front of me dropped It was just a puppy who just caught one in the head As I ran, I wasn't sure, but assumed it was dead Everyone looked at me and they pointed with their finger "Don't let that blonde piece of shit get away, dog killer!" (It wasn't me!) [Hook] You think you know me but perhaps, you don't There are a few things about me you should know I keep my anger built inside on the low Things do tend to get better Things will get better when I get home [Verse 3] So I reached my stop and now I'm hopping off the train Light a cigarette and then I step out in the rain Water hit my cigarette and then it lit it out Pouring, so I walked into a bar to sit it out So I order myself a drink and then get a text It read "turn around", so I did and it was my ex "You're a piece of shit, I fucking hate you, you're a prick I never loved you anyway, you got a little dick!" I told her "shut the fuck up bitch, I don't wanna hear shit Plus we broke up like 7 years ago fucking pig!" (bitch!) And when I said that, her new boyfriend just appeared Standing 6'11", 300 pounds with a beard He said, "Isn't this the fag you dated in art school?" She nodded yes and then he punched me off the bar stool I managed to crawl all the way to my crib all alone Rolled a joint and said, "Fuck the world, I rather be home" (Fuck it!) [Hook] You think you know me but perhaps, you don't There are a few things about me you should know I keep my anger built inside on the low Things do tend to get better Things will get better when I get home Ahh, I got my weed over here Got Golden Girls Season 2 on Blu-ray Some fucking Milano cookies and like the Italian Ones, you know with the rainbow stripes..

[Verse 1] Think of me highly, sort of wisely I remind me of a young Nikola Tesla yet I surprise me Godly and widely respected, but thinkin' oddly I'm off the grid so how the fuck you gonna find me? Hit a motherfucker with a rhythmatic, biochemical, rap edible, rappin' incredible The rap isn't typical, the critical, the cynical, the imbecile are making rap shit look difficult Back to the principle and rise to the pinnacle, the syllable count be on point, impeccable Hit a motherfucker, unforgettable, the terrible abuse will leave a motherfucker layin' like a vegetable Damn what a man, take a photo, fly in the coastal, stamp in the postal, reppin' the logo Use to be local, social, bam with a bang going loco Now I'm back with the crack going global, rockin' the vocal, ducking the po'po' Popping the fo'fo, rocking it dolo, solo, back and I'm bad so, oh no When I'm back kick it like a dojo, be like shot, shot, shot, yerr Riding in a bumpin' Chevy with the windows tinted I suppose your shorty wanna pop that pussy in it Counting money be like, guap, guap, guap Moneybag look like I'm walking to the laundromat Even Mayor Giuliani wanna autograph Fool them other motherfuckers, I'm a smarter cat I'm robbing all of y'all from Jordan's to your Starter cap's [Hook] You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one [Verse 2] Think of me different, sort of wicked I am gifted for a young individual got a shit-list Ever so afflicted from addiction they think I'm twisted Damn right, you fucking better act right, I'ma rip shit What you want? I'ma take names, any motherfucker about to get it in the worst way, let's go Earthquake shattering the globe when I walk or I talk mad loud, lord mercy, pause Hit a motherfucker with a 1, 2, run through my crew? Fuck you, hit 'em in a eye view Fly through, by you, dare a motherfucker try to, slide through, Hadoken, Ryu Bam with a bang, going loco, rocking a polo, put a motherfucker in a chokehold Puffin' and blow dro, mojo rising, flying slow-mo, better get a photo Yo let me take a little itty bitty motherfucking pose that I got for the camera, ching Walk up in the club and give a motherfucker dap, I got a bottle of Jack and two chains like bling I be out wylin' drinking be like shot, shot, shot You can catch me on the corner block I'm rollin' dice Playing Cee-lo off the masonite, I'm fucking nice It ain't nothing rolling 4-5-6, money You laughing now but in the end you'll be the one that's funny The only green you ever see is when your nose is runny You throwing shade but to no avail the weather is sunny Queens the motherland, sucker's catch an upper hand [Hook] You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one

You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well [Verse 1] This that shit that you can't last with That leather glove and mask shit, the type to get your ass-kicked Click clack bam shit, shit that you can't last with That never love and dap shit, the type to get you bat-shit So act quick, I'm back bitch Bitch you must be catfish, why do you got that mac for? I'm creeping through your back door to blast shit I'm that kid, that kid from the dance floor That corner block and crack flow, the one you wouldn't dance with Kick back rap quick, bitch I rep that Queens shit Loaded AR-15 clip with that lyrical machine spit I back flip attack shit, smoke that spliff get mad lit Devoted to that green clip, that critical to me shit That marijuana fiend tip That big shot you defecating in the summer just to claim your shits hot, well it's not I'm that sick, the kid's hot, you hella funny with that bottle In the club, tryna make the Cris Rock, head shot [Hook] You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well I'm Level 11 on the Richter Scale You could never see me, get a life You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself Only lying to yourself [Verse 2] This that shit that you will kill for That shit that you can't ignore, that itching like a pill whore Click clack bam shit, shit that you would fight for That flip and bring a knife or a loaded pistol type for A night or a day job This that shit you die for The type of shit you die for, jumping right off the ninth floor You tight rope, and miss shit Bitch this be that type shit, best contender to fight shit That next Your Boy for Life shit, you might quit Back for second time I'm at your Back door with just a Mac, four bats and I crack jaws, I smack y'all With back paws, the rap boss, don't wait cut the crap, pause The black horse with mad force to overturn that course This that shit that you can't clone bitch That run away from home shit, I'm never coming home bitch, I own this My whole clique, my whole clique we smoke bitch That cannabis we roll with, the type of smoke to choke bitch, you know this [Hook] You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well I'm Level 11 on the Richter Scale You could never see me, get a life You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself Only lying to yourself [Verse 3] I'm focused, you bluffin' You wouldn't be moving pounds if you exchanged your currency out in London Now, all of a sudden, these motherfuckers are tough and They wanna run in with a boss that they know nothin' of, what the hell is the function? You frontin'? I hit them with a sumo verse So you could watch me stick my big cock inside of the black hole and fuck the universe This that shit that you can't last with That leather glove and mask shit, the type to get your ass-kicked, I'm back bitch You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well, wish you well [Hook] You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well I'm Level 11 on the Richter Scale You could never see me, get a life You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself Only lying to yourself

You know I love bad girls and I gotta problem Each and every one of them so round 'em Hound 'em, I'm like a dog when I'm in the club Tryna see what's up, how's it going love? I gotta white chick named Heather Like to bite lips, I give her the pipe quick Might switch over to a girl that is a kosher Alana my Israeli chick, she mad thick Set my Greek, German, Polish girls off with a matchstick 3 in 1 night? That's hat trick Do a backflip off the mattress Gotta visit my girl Victoria, lady's an actress Vicki only quickie, she busy with practice Fine Russian girl, sexy with theatrics (Fine, fine, sexy, sexy...with theatrics) [Hook] Gotta go-go smash, going loco fast, watch me get up in that ass like (You're All I Need) And if you want it you can get it, you don't even gotta say it baby girl so don't forget it (You're All I Need) And you so bad mami, at the hotel lobby, wanna grope your body like (You're All I Need) And if you want it you can get it, you don't even gotta say it baby girl so don't forget it [Verse 2] Do white boys stand a chance with black chicks? She said, "only if they got black dicks" Well that's sick ma cause the kid stay packin' She like it from the back with a lot of ass smackin' Like, "Go whiteboy, go whiteboy, go" In the streets like a lady, in the sheets like a ho Fo'sho', Alejandra my Puerto Rican/Dominicana mama Hotter than lava, calling me papa De nada, my Colombiana mama make me empanada Smoke the marijuana Trying hard but I can't keep calm, no pun intended but the ass On this Middle Eastern chick is the bomb Like, oh my god, the Asian invasion Sex is amazin', teriyaki blazin' Kung fu tongue you while I make you cum boo [Hook]: Gotta go-go smash, going loco fast, watch me get up in that ass like (You're All I Need) And if you want it you can get it, you don't even gotta say it baby girl so don't forget it (You're All I Need) And you so bad mami, at the hotel lobby, wanna grope your body like (You're All I Need) And if you want it you can get it, you don't even gotta say it baby girl so don't forget it Look at you, so bad, with your fine self Back it up, make a fella wanna cry help (x2) You the only one, and nobody else [Hook]

[Verse 1: Bidness] Only rock Versace and Cavalli, fuck that Bitches call me papi, buck back, buck back Split and make a dutch crack, open up the lunch bag Shorty got a hunchback sucking on that nut sack Me? I never touch that I use her fucking pussy for a punchbag Light one dro, Miguel leg drops like Tae Kwon Do And they need us, Samba be the sneakers Spread her wide open I guess that's what a D does (Adidas) Never beat us, 47 heaters Front kick, crack fists, karate chopping like Machida's Play ball all day I could've been recruited by the NBA Got an a-okay And my next flight to Vegas leaving JFK, ay [Hook: Your Boy for Life] Pull up to the club, all the hoes know what's up And I'm rolling up a dub, semi-auto in the glove Oh ohhhhhh, Oh ohhhhhhh Pull up to the club, all the hoes know what's up And I'm rolling up a dub, semi-auto in the glove Oh ohhhhhh, Oh ohhhhhhh [Verse 2: Scotty Bugatti] Scotty Bugatti, yeah that be the name Just a guinea speeding through the HOV lane Sipping on a forty getting head in a drop top From a chick who might be forty Come up in the spot, one hand on the wheel Souped up one make this chick neck sprain Only 26, but yeah I spit crazy game Pass me the rock I'm dropping 3's like Ray Allen in the fourth Sitting on his porch, every rhyme another sign Of an elevated plateau Little white boy creeping in your shadow Banging hits out the park like Robby Cano Every week another hit, DiMaggio streak the way I spit 56 verses on your head like a halo clip Shh, don't speak bitch Reppin' Queens screaming "Yerrr" like 300 Greeks in this bitch [Hook: Your Boy for Life] Pull up to the club, all the hoes know what's up And I'm rolling up a dub, semi-auto in the glove Oh ohhhhhh, Oh ohhhhhhh Pull up to the club, all the hoes know what's up And I'm rolling up a dub, semi-auto in the glove Oh ohhhhhh, Oh ohhhhhhh [Verse 3: Your Boy for Life] Back for the 2-0-1-3, I kill it, explicit, your visit's A one way ticket, your spirit, I'll rip it in a New York minute Then I'll smash you with a 20 pound cinder block In the cock from a 48 story window drop when I kick it Slay your epidermis a 7 layer fade With infected, rusty razor blades and bathe in a pool of aftershave After lunch, I pack a dutch, eat a bowl of Cap'n Crunch As I sit back and clutch your neck and hit you with a Falcon Punch Based on lyrics, you would think I had terminal illness So it's safe to say I'm the sickest, good grief Dogs run around in the yard looking for a beef They gone end up in the yard looking for their own teeth Visit Aruba, smoking Buddha, move to Cuba Sipping Sambuca, shoot barracuda's out the water with bazookas Land into a wall of defeat like concrete I'ma open up your chest, spit over your heartbeat [Hook: Your Boy for Life] Pull up to the club, all the hoes know what's up And I'm rolling up a dub, semi-auto in the glove Oh ohhhhhh, Oh ohhhhhhh Pull up to the club, all the hoes know what's up And I'm rolling up a dub, semi-auto in the glove Oh ohhhhhh, Oh ohhhhhhh

[Verse 1] Catch me getting fit lifting bricks up in Bally Fit With the ness, bench press a fucking midget off my chest Wake and bake, drink a WHEY PROTEIN shake After I hit the weights, Peter Luger's for a steak Making cake, might as WELL just wear a baker's hat Said you got that Cali Kush, let me get an eight of that (holla back) Wanna bite? Hit up Dani's Pizzeria for a slice With Scotty Bugatti, Bidness, Matty Ice On the mic, I'm a demon, Rap Game Morgan Freeman Fuck a bucket list, I'ma live forever, keep dreamin' Catch you motherfucker's schemin', I don't need a reason Motherfuck what you believe in It's hunting season, catch the kid speedin' up and down Franny Lew Upper-cuttin' male trannys on Roosevelt Avenue My persona is a stoner at the Lemon Ice King of Corona With a can of Arizona, beast! [Hook] Sunny days, purple haze Listenin' to ocean waves and nobody do it better Generic elevator talk about the weather And if in fact y'all don't get it back I'ma leave it right where it's at and think of something clever Generic elevator talk about the weather [Verse 2] Aiyo, Aiyo, you know who the fuck it is (word) It's the kid, steady all up in your fuckin' biz I like a bitch with big puckered lips Jugga-tits, looking like she love to suck a dick Wake up, get my weight up, stack my cake up And no make up cover this pretty face up Need a shape up so very often Hit up my barber Eli on Ascan Avenue and Austin What up lord? Fix me up real nice Then I hit up the Halal cart for chicken and rice And a can of grape soda, burrito at Qdoba You know I smoke yoda, fuck your bitch in a TOYOTA, beast! [Hook] Sunny days, purple haze Listenin' to ocean waves and nobody do it better Generic elevator talk about the weather And if in fact y'all don't get it back I'ma leave it right where it's at and think of something clever Generic elevator talk about the weather I get it, the weather The sun go up, the sun go down It's cold, it's fucking hot It's the way the world works [Hook] Sunny days, purple haze Listenin' to ocean waves and nobody do it better Generic elevator talk about the weather And if in fact y'all don't get it back I'ma leave it right where it's at and think of something clever Generic elevator talk about the weather

Your Boy for Life, Bryan Keith Vin Envy, what up? [Hook: Bryan Keith] Shorty rubbin' on me and she alright If I can stay awake I'll hit it all night We can trip and lay under the moonlight Aiyo, Aiyo, drugs run my life (x2) [Verse 1: Your Boy for Life] Eyes bloodshot smokin' on some endo Came in to the party through the window (hey let me in!) Fill me up a Hennessey I pop 2 Percocets down with an LSD Guaranteed none of y'all remember me Shoot Pickleback shots down with some ecstasy Peep the bomb shorty sitting next to me Texting me, telling me she wanna have sex with me Definitely something that I see myself doin' Kissed her with a mouthful of shrooms I was chewin' Now I'm dead ass trippin' on the floor, front flippin' through the door Cart wheelin' to the store while I'm sippin' on some Colt 45 through a straw Jaw region all numb from the coke on my gums, fuck y'all I'm a beast, I'ma feast every day of the week And I wreak much of alcohol, I'm geeked as I speak [Hook: Bryan Keith] Shorty rubbin' on me and she alright If I can stay awake I'll hit it all night We can trip and lay under the moonlight Aiyo, Aiyo, drugs run my life (x2) [Verse 2: Your Boy for Life] There's some baseheads in here doing PCP That's cool but have you ever tried DMT? I don't rock Molly, I rock Ketamine Mescaline, on occasion Methaphetamine If you heard of it, I did it, bring the drugs out Salvia will probably make you bug out I came to this party in a taxi cab Flipped the driver off, popped an acid tab Yo I ain't pay the cab fare Man I'm so fucked up I'm eating cat hair Yo I wish these drugs were nutritious Cause every time I smoke sour diesel it's delicious Trippin' balls so I look into a mirror And looking back at me was a fucking winner I'ma feast everyday of the week And I wreak much of alcohol, I'm geeked as I speak [Hook: Bryan Keith] Shorty rubbin' on me and she alright If I can stay awake I'll hit it all night We can trip and lay under the moonlight Aiyo, Aiyo, drugs run my life (x2)

[Verse 1] Fresh out of Queens with the Bo's on Black crew neck with the gold on People try saying that I done change Young mane, same shit, counting chump change Gotta let em know, I ain't sweatin' yo Y'all trippin' on some bullshit, let it go Every gift I received I would work for Real talk, why you gotta be a jerk for? Young wavy god, rap kinda odd Firearm bomb like a fire squad blowin' out your iPod Dick-rider, you finna pay the piper Never show face try to hit me like a sniper That's why I can't fuck with you lame rats Real talk, still fucking with the same cats Where your chain at, fuck it, where your brain at? Keep it g, never change that, but [Hook] I'm a dopehead, don't worry I got this entire situation on lock And for the moment, stuck in this spot, feeling incarcerated right on my block I'll be an old man, who suffered a lot, this is something that I rather would not But I'm a dopehead Dopehead, get your notepad! (x2) [Verse 2] Break bread with some real cats Talk shit, break heads with a steel bat Uh, Fuck around you don't want none of that Put a hundred stack on your head, son of rap On return, run it back like a running back Travis Henry duffel bag with a pound of crack Keep an eye for the snakes in your circle Bloodsuckers wanna leach, wanna hurt you These motherfuckers are evil and feeble Lethal jealously, these people are weasels They wanna eat you, never equal To a real blood family member, you must remember That even family members don't wanna see you do better (motherfucker) I can pick you out through a stack of hay Put in work, dip early like a half of day Pull up to a theater, catch a matinee I'm Tom Hanks in the film Cast Away, but [Hook] I'm a dopehead, don't worry I got this entire situation on lock And for the moment, stuck in this spot, feeling incarcerated right on my block I'll be an old man, who suffered a lot, this is something that I rather would not But I'm a dopehead Dopehead, get your notepad! (x2) [Verse 3] Ain't much change but a damn thang Try to run, motherfucking pulled a hamstrang Then I fell to my damn knees Acrobatic like I'm swinging off a trapeze People really wish ill-will on me Real sorry cause I got real skill homie Real snakes try to penetrate my whole crew The fuck out of here, something that you won't do Play your game, fuck around and make the wrong move Real talk, you now fucking with the wrong crew Q-Crew to death what I represent I'm the rapper, the Lieutenant and the President The fuck out of here with that little fake shit Say shit, I fucking dare you, I'll go ape shit Where your chain at, fuck it, where your brain at? Keep it g, never change that, but [Hook]: I'm a dopehead, don't worry I got this entire situation on lock And for the moment, stuck in this spot, feeling incarcerated right on my block I'll be an old man, who suffered a lot, this is something that I rather would not But I'm a dopehead Dopehead, get your notepad!

I woke up from a nightmare, like every time it's quite clear Most of the time I'm out my mind but it's fine cause you're right there Ponder and spending countless hours of the night I'm thinking of the afterlife and thinking when disaster strike, I'll be alright Now I disclose, never wanna see you go I propose Never wanna see you die, I oppose, I go, you don't, that's the way it goes Not afraid to go, just afraid to lose Everybody that I love and if I had to choose Then I wanna die before you do, sorry that I gotta lay down my views Every second I'm alive it's because of you You're the reason I survive and I wanna do Everything for you, yeah everything for you Did everything for me now anything I do is everything for you Wanna do better, gotta think clever Gotta make more cheddar Gotta work hard, move out the apartment Buy you a big house with a big garden Wish I could take away the pain you feel Absorb it myself, so I could deal Hurt myself just to make you better Devoting my health, so you could heal Time will pass, love will last forever, as it goes Just to keep you here, I'll do whatever, I suppose [Pre-Hook] The long drives, the ones where I can barely keep my eyelids open I've been drinking the entire night It's 3 A.M. I'm drownin' in my sorrow Like always you call to check on me but I'll see you tomorrow, love [Hook] I wanna die before you do, I wanna die before you do I could not imagine what I would do if you were to go before I do (x2) [Verse 2] Times changing, times changing We're aging, I'm breaking Down to the ground and I ain't about the waiting You created, I every second appreciate it I'm deflated and aching but you alleviate it Back to the real time, knowing me I'll regret Every bad thing that I said, but I never really meant So branded in my head, so I never ever forget, it's driving me cray You look back and say it's okay, I sit back and think no way Would I ever wanna live without ya, knowing that I never ever doubt ya Turn the hand back of time, I would never wanna do that I appreciate where I'm at, I would never wanna take it back Why would I wanna do that? In fact, if I can go back Then I would go back to the time where all of the bad Infiltrated the physical part of you and hurt you, gonna kill it, and If you in pain, I must refrain from life itself, I must regain The will to live, I'd kill to give life one more time so you remain Time will pass, love will last forever, as it goes Just to keep you here, I'll do whatever, I suppose [Pre-Hook] The long drives, the ones where I can barely keep my eyelids open I've been drinking the entire night It's 3 A.M. I'm drownin' in my sorrow Like always you call to check on me but I'll see you tomorrow, love [Hook] I wanna die before you do, I wanna die before you do I could not imagine what I would do if you were to go before I do (x2)

[Hook] Peace, love, break open the bud out Keep me rollin' in the cut and we be smokin' now Fill my cup up, kick my leg up in the open now Break bud, flip jay and we roll out Peace, love, break open the bud out Keep me rollin' in the cut and we be smokin' now Fill my cup up, kick my leg up in the open now [Verse 1] Brought a bag of that Mary Jane to the party Bitches sippin' Bacardi, revvin' in a Ferrari Said I, said I brought a bag of that Mary Jane to the party Bitches sippin' Bacardi, revvin' in a Ferrari Smokin' like I be smokin' somewhere deep in a Safari Smokin' I be religiously smokin' like Rastafari Bob Marley, this gnarly, I roll a fat blunt like the size of Chris Farley Your army could spliff hardly on my level And until you legalize it I'ma be a rebel Prosecuting the drug of peace you must be a devil But say until the day come, I'ma keep on smokin' one and When the cops come, I run, I run, I run I'm too legit to quit, quit [Pre-Hook] I break it down, I slow it down, goddamn, it's going down I break it down, I slow it down, goddamn, it's going down Watch me break it up, shake it up Rake it up, bake it up I break it down, I slow it down, goddamn, it's going down [Hook] Peace, love, break open the bud out Keep me rollin' in the cut and we be smokin' now Fill my cup up, kick my leg up in the open now Break bud, flip jay and we roll out Peace, love, break open the bud out Keep me rollin' in the cut and we be smokin' now Fill my cup up, kick my leg up in the open now [Verse 2] Still I'm smokin', tokin' on something that's potent Out of focus with motion, heavy dosage I'm hopin' Said I'm, said I'm still smokin', tokin' on something that's potent Out of focus with motion, heavy dosage I'm hopin' Barely focused I'm dopin' Fairly bogus to notice Spare me bud as the potion My love you lift my emotions Fill, fill, I fill a bong hit with stinkin' reefer Real, ill, I kill a bong hit and catch a seizure Kill, I Kill the slower brain cells I don't need ya Smokin' on that, stupendo endo from Indonesia You fucking with that rude boy, it's that East side boy Beast coast, reppin' motherfucking Queens boy (yerr) Uh, I'm too legit too quit, quit [Pre-Hook] I break it down, I slow it down, goddamn, it's going down I break it down, I slow it down, goddamn, it's going down Watch me break it up, shake it up Rake it up, bake it up I break it down, I slow it down, goddamn, it's going down [Hook] Peace, love, break open the bud out Keep me rollin' in the cut and we be smokin' now Fill my cup up, kick my leg up in the open now Break bud, flip jay and we roll out Peace, love, break open the bud out Keep me rollin' in the cut and we be smokin' now Fill my cup up, kick my leg up in the open now Still I'm smokin', tokin' on something that's potent Out of focus with motion, heavy dosage I'm hopin' Said I'm, said I'm still smokin', tokin' on something that's potent Out of focus with motion, heavy dosage I'm hopin' And I'm gone

OH YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW! That's it, it's over now SIR YERR SEASON HAS RETURNED! [Verse 1] Yo, Let's get right to the facts, if you know me go "yerrr, where you at?" You don't know me, better get you a map and then holla back god Catch me on the boulevard, reppin' Queens Mad hard in some fitted jeans spittin' 16's I'm nasty ass wicked I'll punch a hole in your stomach, rip out your gallbladder and play hackey-sack with it Fuck a paralytic I lift a wheelchair up and throw it at you with your fucking grandfather in it Viciously I'm physically able to split Your body in perfect symmetry, if you mention me Thinking you the hottest? You'd stand a better chance beating Kirstie Alley in a Hot Dog Eating Contest Yo, you think you can spit? I beat the fucking shit out of you with a piece of your rib Repeatedly over your chest til it's wide open Then I blow weed in your lungs to test for second-hand smoking [Hook] Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?) Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?) Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?) Now pick up the pieces, what do you got? I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go! [Verse 2] Fucking with my new flow Barry Bonds a motherfucker out to Pluto The type of shit I get myself in, wouldn't you know? I think about it every time I fuck a new ho Wait! When I walk up in the spot motherfuckers give me dap and love When I walk up in the club they like what's up? When I go, give a pound, gotta big crowd all around Spit a flow, do a round, and you know it's going down No doubt, now what the hell you talking about? Heavy in a Chevy I'm burning up the Pirelli's Come out and show me what you all about Battle at the cemetery where the motherfuckers get buried, bitch [Hook] Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?) Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?) Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?) Now pick up the pieces, what do you got? I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go! [Verse 3] Never thought I'd be here, never thought I'd see clear Let me hear that bullshit, spit it in my ear, one time-one time And it be so hard, so hard but no complaining Maintaining the wake and bake, what you believe in is fake I'm a 5'11, 155 pound heavyweight Vanilla Silverback gorilla ape on this mixtape I'll battle anywhere And beat the shit out of you in front of your daughter, ejaculate on her teddy bear You wanna bring the drama? You're better off snapping a photo of a Yeti sodomizing a Chupacabra I'm a boss, yes And I live my life like the numbers 2 and 3 in Spanish cause I dos tres (don't stress) I be on 71st Continental in a rental Puffing governmental, playing heavy metal Plain to see I'm doing my thang b Gang be Q-Crew and I'm the man G [Hook] Dip in the brush and make a dot (what you got, huh?) Painted a vision up in the spot (yo where you at god?) Set it to flames, and let it rot (why's that, huh?) Now pick up the pieces, what do you got? I be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas Be like, woah, woah, burnin' up the canvas, go!

[Verse 1: Your Boy for Life] I'm hellbent on getting stoned, I'm Brontosaurus higher So much I might fuck around and start a forest fire My gold chain is swinging like a motherfucka And I'm getting old brain like a motherfucka Buck back, don't touch that, couldn't give a shit, fuck that I been beat around like a punch bag, blunt wrap, with a pound of sour diesel in a lunchbag Unpack, feel like I been carrying alotta weight on my shoulders and gotta motherfucking hunchback Better run that Popeye's, shove a glock in your mouth, turn in counterclockwise, gun clap (pop poppop pop) What's the deal? Real recognize real up in the field Ferragamo loafers when I walk in the park Semi-automatic when I walk in the dark Fat ass bumpin' like up and down, tryna boost my libido She got a man but she fuck around Bitch keep it on the d-low [Hook]: Watch me comeback on some shit, I will remain Watch me comeback on some shit, I will remain You know we keep that dope shit all up in your brain You know we keep that dope shit all up in your brain Watch me comeback on some shit, I will remain Watch me comeback on some shit, I will remain You know we leave that dope shit all up in your veins You know we leave that dope shit all up in your veins

Uh, Aiyo, if I nail this in one shot You gotta take me to the Spa Castle and Cherry Valley I'm serious [Verse 1] Yo, I put the TV on to see what's really good New York 1 (NY1) to check the weather in my neighborhood Aiyo that's Pat Kiernan on the telly, what's crackin'? He said it's 35 degrees and you should bring a jacket Aiyo no doubt Captain, I got the godly flow Good looking out and say what up to Lewis Dodley though Then I hit up the bodega gonna get a roll Of bacon, egg and cheese, 2 sugars with a coffee yo (that's the recipe) Peep a shorty standing on the line Wearing yoga pants and looking fine Ohh look at that behind, so you know I creep up from behind Drop a dime, get a better look Damn that booty took, my breath away and Had a brother hooked, imagine if this fuckin bitch could cook? Yo shit would be bananas, take a piss before I make a trip Walking to the subway real quick Then I take the E to Roosevelt, sitting in the back and roll a spliff Yo Why this station always smell like shit? What the fuck? Diseases in the air, I could bet on it Aiyo the motherfucking MTA should get on it Yo man it's not even the area man, I swear man Shout outs to Jackson Heights It's the motherfucking MTA, they lazy as fuck (yerr) Fuck, jump the motherfucking turnstiles [Verse 2] Aiiyo I bought a cake and ate it by myself Cause I don't give a fuck about my health And I can't control the munchies when I get them, yo it's pitiful For real though, that motherfucking shit is difficult I'm tryna live in a comfortable condominium But I'm feeling like Matt Damon in Elysium Tryna bridge the gap between the rich and poor Equality is what I'm living for, shit is real Politickin' better live up to the quote Because we losing value in the vote They got us by throat like it ain't enough To notice that we broke, now they stop and search inside our coat, shit is cray That's why I keep the quarter ounce inside my underwear Then at the crib I transfer it into the Tupperware Preferably room temperature environment You couldn't put my flames out with a thousand firemen Red and gold armor plated like I'm Iron Man Delta 9-tetrahydrocannabinol requirement Born in '86 when the Mets and Giants won the ring Patrick Ewing drafted number 1, I'm destined to be King, word is bon Yeah, you heard it first Aiyo man shout outs to New York 1 (NY1) Haha, shout outs to Q-Crew man My homie Bidness Bugatti, Ice, Paulie Gagz, Vin Envy, word up Yerr, and to everybody yerrr Haha, I mean do I really...do I really gotta end it this way? I mean I don't even fucking know if I wanna, if I wanna really do it Hell, I'm serious about getting that massage this week though

[Verse 1] In a cipher ain't no writer tighter, type a like a Cristiano striker Fighter, nicer and hyper, you like a mountain hiker Or a biker, doo-doo in a diaper, I'm a mountain sniper Snipe you from a long distance in between your windshield wiper Maul you like a mountain tiger, ain't nobody getting higher Or lower than me, I be the fountain diver The underwear is where I keep my weed and where I stash money Act funny, smash your face into the wall like crash dummies Burn trees, yo I'm burning trees Like I'm tryna rid the evidence of bloody leaves inside a murder scene Castrate, I'm that great, I flip weight You last place, I lift plates, just wait I reciprocate the movement, rehabilitate the rotor Locomotor blow you over then disintegrate the blueprint Ain't no force of nature that could damage me or put dent I walk this earth a thousand times and never left a footprint Catch me on the block with a Henny opened top Penny Loafer drop with the semi-automatic Glock I know many Albanians, rowdy like Tasmanian Devils will fill you up with high levels of pure uranium Look through the atrium inside a gymnasium My lyrics could fill a stadium packed inside my cranium I'll tattoo nickels on my dick solely for the fact When I smash I can pound some cents in that bitch Uh, real G's gotta represent Ain't no tellin what I done and underwent Try to give me dap but then you condescend A ladder, tree branch and noose is what I recommend Kill yourself before I get the chance to Watch me expose you just like I pantsed you Counting Benjamin's and you can bring the Grant's too Serve a puto like a Jabbawockee dance crew Fuck your opinion, I never asked you I cap you, pedigree assault you like a cashew I pull a Michael Myers act 'fore I slash you I gotta rifle, pair of pliers and a mask too Right, shooting little pistols, that's cute I motherfucking spit ballistic missiles at you I'll make you believe I'm the reason that you rap too You'll tell all of your friends, "I wanna be like that dude" Your friends will be like "what the fuck?" and they will laugh too Then they'll turn around and tell you you're a fag dude Then you'll probably walk up to me like you're sad, ooh Try to tell me how you feel and then I'll slap you Revenge is kind of seldom if you rarely ever get 'em Leave the venom in the cerebellum That's why I tell 'em I could leave 'em in delirium And one verse could shatter your entire equilibrium Yerr

Electric slide into the nursing home Aiyo, aiyo shut up son I'm too tired to give a fuck about your uncle's breathing problems [Verse 1] I might not be able to tell but I figured out, oh well I've been living a nightmare so there must be no hell Unless I'm in it but the devils in here won't tell So when hope fail, don't bail, leave a dope trail What will foretell in my story? Almighty I wanna know Will I grow frail die an old male In a cold cell, brittle to the bone cell? Or overdosing in a motel in New Rochelle? Fuck a folk tale, I be the last just like Omega that's Global while you stay and keep it local like bodega cats Domesticated, you uneducated, total facts Cut the noise and only hear me just like vocal tracks The radiation from hating made you Chernobyl rats I chop they bodies up and send them out in postal packs I'm tracking all of y'all with G.P.S. and mobile apps I be out here stacking bogus stats [Hook] You don't even know when When you're leaving so why don't you Keep on livin' cause there ain't no Ain't no tellin' what you won't do I said all they do is tell you It was written but you know you Gotta keep on livin' cause there ain't no Ain't no tellin' what you won't do [Verse 2] I smoke a spliff and pop a pill then drink some Rozay I'm crazy like Canseco but that's what the Jose (hoes say) Doomed to detonate on delivery, it's a mystery How I haven't yet, I'm reaching my goals like OLE! When I go, I wanna go like Yukio Mishima Perform a seppuku at the Continental Airlines Arena My fundamental thoughts gathered over a smoke Ironically, my fingertips permanently smell like reefer Catch me in the passenger seat of a whip Pressing on the invisible breaks, paranoid as shit Take another hit, it's the dutch hittaz Catch me on the block doing push-ups with my grandma, fuck with us In my mind I created the world that I chose to live in You just mad because you follow rules that I never didn't So fuck you if you doubted it Cause opportunities are rare, you better Papoose the shit out of it motherfucker [Hook] You don't even know when When you're leaving so why don't you Keep on livin' cause there ain't no Ain't no tellin' what you won't do I said all they do is tell you It was written but you know you Gotta keep on livin' cause there ain't no Ain't no tellin' what you won't do You don't even know when Man I don't even know You sure damn well don't know either No one knows, stop pretending like you do All they do is tell you It was written but you know you Gotta keep on livin' cause there ain't no Ain't no tellin' what you won't do