[Verse 1: LHD]
The style that I hone is my own, authentic
These rappers ignorant, looking and sounding like gimmicks
Heir to a throne pictures imprinted, via them hieroglyphics
Gold around my neck as my ancestors did, they Egyptian
Like the cotton threads on my back
That smell of great chronic sack admire that, Diamond clothes and diamonds froze I'm not a cheapskate
See these minor details about me, make your bitch want to chop it up like cheese steaks
While we get baked, stare at a man-made lake
Conspiring how long it probably take to make
Shit I spit life from the other side, because I've seen them both ya boy been died
Pupils dilated you can damn near see whats inside
A nigga that's tired of being lied to, described how I'm just trying to fuck
She let me slide through like she supposed to
I fucked her friend left her scared, now she want a dose too
She like to drink Pepsi, but coke is what her nose do
I know its strange that I hang around dames with vices
Who live life without a care and no licences, like where the hell is they going
All they know is get high cause sober boring
In the summer they just hope it keep snowing, know what I mean though?
This shit should've been printed movie screen though
Drinking champagne out a vintage glass on a speed boat
Duffle bag filled it up with cannabis, a look-out just to check all the parameters, the coast guard could be jamming us
I was born a kingpin hence my complexion
Presidential "rollie" on I hope I win the election
Hanging out the window waving at brauds at the intersection
Yeah its Bill Clinton, got her smitten, panties off in half a minute
Smoking Bruce Lee and that Henny swigging got a nigga head kicking
Lead foot while the gear shifting headed to the next mission
I live life fast call me Paul Walker, I know the flow dumb cause I been smarter
Growing a field I'm a chemist, I love the actavis my model bitch fill her prescription then she hit me off with it
Flow so cold that the mic should wear a fur
Who is that? It's LHD the nigga that's fly, and hella high with the soft slur
What you know about a nigga from the Burg, tryina to get it out the mud and off the curb
But at the same time living life on the edge
Tryina to duck the feds and SLED
Tryina to get money and lay his head, for real
The style that I hone is my own, authentic
These rappers ignorant, looking and sounding like gimmicks
Heir to a throne pictures imprinted, via them hieroglyphics
Gold around my neck as my ancestors did, they Egyptian
Like the cotton threads on my back
That smell of great chronic sack admire that, Diamond clothes and diamonds froze I'm not a cheapskate
See these minor details about me, make your bitch want to chop it up like cheese steaks
While we get baked, stare at a man-made lake
Conspiring how long it probably take to make
Shit I spit life from the other side, because I've seen them both ya boy been died
Pupils dilated you can damn near see whats inside
A nigga that's tired of being lied to, described how I'm just trying to fuck
She let me slide through like she supposed to
I fucked her friend left her scared, now she want a dose too
She like to drink Pepsi, but coke is what her nose do
I know its strange that I hang around dames with vices
Who live life without a care and no licences, like where the hell is they going
All they know is get high cause sober boring
In the summer they just hope it keep snowing, know what I mean though?
This shit should've been printed movie screen though
Drinking champagne out a vintage glass on a speed boat
Duffle bag filled it up with cannabis, a look-out just to check all the parameters, the coast guard could be jamming us
I was born a kingpin hence my complexion
Presidential "rollie" on I hope I win the election
Hanging out the window waving at brauds at the intersection
Yeah its Bill Clinton, got her smitten, panties off in half a minute
Smoking Bruce Lee and that Henny swigging got a nigga head kicking
Lead foot while the gear shifting headed to the next mission
I live life fast call me Paul Walker, I know the flow dumb cause I been smarter
Growing a field I'm a chemist, I love the actavis my model bitch fill her prescription then she hit me off with it
Flow so cold that the mic should wear a fur
Who is that? It's LHD the nigga that's fly, and hella high with the soft slur
What you know about a nigga from the Burg, tryina to get it out the mud and off the curb
But at the same time living life on the edge
Tryina to duck the feds and SLED
Tryina to get money and lay his head, for real
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