Doing What We Gotta Hi-Rez

[Verse 1: Hi-rez]
My raps can break your vertebrae
I'm perfectly imperfect
I'm the southern lurkin
Without a purpose except to determinate
California governor
Fuck it i'm not in love with her
Bust it right on the comforter
Drinking that southern comfort
Till i'm on another planet
Got more karats than rabbits
Causing havoc with a baddy
That half Asian and Spanish
Constantly calling me wannabe
Probably not as hot as me
Honestly got this shit up in a bag like colostomies
I'ma loosen my belt
Cause i'm getting hungry as hell
Feasting up on these beats
They should lock me up in a cell
Don't let me off of the leash
Fuck a peace, keep the peace
No more coffins for other brothers sisters nephews and nieces
Someone tell me why do they envy me
Sipping on this Hennessy
Mentally so ahead of these rappers I got the remedy
Liquor on rocks we don't mix it up like chemistry
Was in and out of therapy
Just praying for serenity