Hot Winds Blow Thomson Nasser

[Verse 1: Thomson Nasser]
Uh
I was with Shay, he lit one up took like 6 puffs
I was so high I think me and God we fist bumped
I'm in the stu wrapping gifts up for Christmas
I'm like that fat kid, you new rappers is fixed lunch

Fuck with me wrong then you get crunched like cheese puffs
Me in the booth is a cage fight with beats, mics
Neon light, computer motherboards is gon get fried
You coming at Lil Hype then please niggas do think twice

Cause I'm a different kinda animal, a carnivore
You step up 'gainst the Martian you get beat, word to my mandible
I'm astronomical, these sounds are from the planet Mars, nigga
I'm aiming way beyond the sky, moon and the stars, nigga

Rockstar, no guitar, nigga
I want my money tall, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, nigga
It's sad to say but my generation's bizarre, nigga
I'm just another nigga, I might end up tree hung, nigga

But I'ma try to make a difference 'fore i drop dead
If you don't trust your amigos takeoff before they put your ass offset
Nasser