Savage Patch Kids Xavy Rusan & Marc Spano

[Intro]
(*Cough*)
(*Clears throat*)
Yo
Look

[Verse]
Back on the hunt for the commas, I passed the blunt to your Mama
Dick when I'm walk like Obama, I think I’m kinda wavy
Came for the throat and the vagina, I’m tryna master my prana
Been down to flip like Osama on niggas tryna play me
A product of my environment, force your early retirement
Not the nigga to trifle with 'cause I’m kinda crazy
Don't get it twisted and knotted, do everything that I plotted
But all my weed is exotic, I’m feelin' kinda lazy
I got it gravy, nothin' phase me, they do not amaze me
They are my babies, in my twenties, got me feelin' eighty
I’m goin' nuts, I keep my nuts in my hand
Tryna make a classic album outta couple of grams
Flip the flow like a spatula patchin' a hole in my pocket
In the back of the Acura actin’ a flow in the knowledge
Ain't no satisfaction without major action, know the order
I’m livin' royal, 'cause my work ethic below the border
Come watch his majesty magically make another jam
I pass the blunt to my brother, whip in my other hand
You hella silly and family ain’t my forecast
Tried to tell him, "Bet a hard head'll make a sore ass"
Get up off my dick and bars, get the gauze, I’m cuttin' up
I could rap for days, but everybody wack to sum it up
Tryna run it up, so I won't sleep until the sun is up
Make a Hunnid thousand Hunnid bucks before the summer's up
Want the real? Then come with us
Only one is one of us, that's why the ones that hung with us don't ever say they done with us
Bitch, you speakin' blasphemy askin' me if I’m made for us
Comin' down like gravity, actually on some player shit