Broccoli Super Chron Flight Brothers

[Intro: Priviledge]
Bro-ccoli, that’s some vegetable, on my way to Indonesia, quick stop in Osaka, where they get it in like

[Verse 1: Priviledge]
[?] ray, how about another Kobe steak
Is he a row and handle about to break this
Space-time continuum, make mine a medium rare
And set it right there, be back for it when I check that fare
Things we lost in I meant that fire, I need more wine and time
To figure out a proper exit strategy AI what’s a cab daddy
Transpired in ’63, hold to plus the dome was present, don’t shoot
Well I want my women, I mean I want my women
I mean nigga where my white bitch, ‘fore you leave lifeless
Right this way sir, right place wrong time her
Purse was left in the open frozen faces stolen moments
Jet to the present only she was waiting when I made it home, homie
Two whites cold Negronis and a note that read ‘I’m lonely
I need some to hold me.’ What I care, I drunk ‘em both
And hit the midtown three for some fucking fresh toast
Slice it off, I love pimento loaf

[Chorus]
My self is like a motherfucking uzi
My self is like a motherfucking uzi
Uzi, like a motherfucking uzi, uzi
Myself, myself