[Verse 1]
Slick back with a beanie cap
Got my muscle on
Blunt wrapped in my backpack
With a bag of bones
.40 in a couple takes
Beer n' bud I love the taste
Give me more, I must had faced
That Mary Jane, I'm in the grace
Lost soul raised by psychos in this wild west
30 is the residence
Can't afford to pay the rent
So I gotta get my hustle on
Make it out this pit
On the edge of my sanity
I'm feeling kinda bent
Hope you're ready for me
There is so much to see
Yes, Baker Maker who I be
Cooking up a tasty treat
Coming from a past some would call trash
That's another man's treasure so I wear it like a badge
Old school driving exploitation
Glued to the screen, just a creep in the making
Puttin' my imagination now all in the gutter
Late night channel surfin' for a portal bunker
Slick back with a beanie cap
Got my muscle on
Blunt wrapped in my backpack
With a bag of bones
.40 in a couple takes
Beer n' bud I love the taste
Give me more, I must had faced
That Mary Jane, I'm in the grace
Lost soul raised by psychos in this wild west
30 is the residence
Can't afford to pay the rent
So I gotta get my hustle on
Make it out this pit
On the edge of my sanity
I'm feeling kinda bent
Hope you're ready for me
There is so much to see
Yes, Baker Maker who I be
Cooking up a tasty treat
Coming from a past some would call trash
That's another man's treasure so I wear it like a badge
Old school driving exploitation
Glued to the screen, just a creep in the making
Puttin' my imagination now all in the gutter
Late night channel surfin' for a portal bunker
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