[Verse 1, Ed E. Ruger]
You see the [?] it’s early man, I’m already roasted
Poppin’ the top off of the Mason jar, let’s get to the smokin’
Tokin’ dro that’s so potent, room smelling’ like goat sh*t
Old yellow and it’s sticking to the wall like a post-it
Got the herb, you get the bourbon man, we about to get toasted
Hit the club and shut it down and flood the town with posters
Out rhyming, out grinding, out shining these poses
While you still gettin’ f*cked in the game with no Trojan
I manage myself, with a team that’s hell on promotion
Throw the biggest shows in my state while you hatin’ I’m hostin’
Tryna hold the wheel steady, you damn right I’m focused
In a rented minivan that’s pretty far from a tour bus
Get it crackin’ from New York to the Kak, back to Oakland
Find a spot with a open mic and show ‘em how to rock like it’s supposed to
Roller coaster flow, slick with the tongue, my style the grossest
Little bit numb, overcome by the fungus, call it punchline halitosis
Hit ‘em with a fly, then I hit ‘em with a CD, then I tell ‘em where to see me
Back to the road trip, hit ‘em with a flow, then I hit ‘em with some mo’
Then I hear all the h*es scream, “Oh yeah!”
[Verse 2, SkyBlew]
Who you addressin’?
I should coast for thousands on islands
I cruise through the silence
Coolest nerd, a Farrow, no collin
Or colon whatever, get your organs together
Riding late night, no brake-lights, they gassin’ propellers
Mentally elevated, they be reminiscin’ ‘bout my premonitions
With a chick cosplayin’, that’s who your women wishin’ they was
My buzz not confused with the next man
They songs ain’t engaging, might as well be the best man
They chicken out but see I’m a breast man
My team ain’t worried ‘bout the bread, we prepared for the sunbeams
Gifted so presently got a cup full of eggnog
Verses so heavenly somebody better send a god
Gold in my direction, never seen on that BS
Got my own steez, only [?] in that DS
Respect the cloud boy I’m serious I’m [?]
Picture me rolling in Japan with your mother dearest
Send a deuce pop got in on lock like a b-boy
Keys open doors on a resource
If a recourse, I’m a pass in the air
No [?] give nightmares, Oh yeah!
You see the [?] it’s early man, I’m already roasted
Poppin’ the top off of the Mason jar, let’s get to the smokin’
Tokin’ dro that’s so potent, room smelling’ like goat sh*t
Old yellow and it’s sticking to the wall like a post-it
Got the herb, you get the bourbon man, we about to get toasted
Hit the club and shut it down and flood the town with posters
Out rhyming, out grinding, out shining these poses
While you still gettin’ f*cked in the game with no Trojan
I manage myself, with a team that’s hell on promotion
Throw the biggest shows in my state while you hatin’ I’m hostin’
Tryna hold the wheel steady, you damn right I’m focused
In a rented minivan that’s pretty far from a tour bus
Get it crackin’ from New York to the Kak, back to Oakland
Find a spot with a open mic and show ‘em how to rock like it’s supposed to
Roller coaster flow, slick with the tongue, my style the grossest
Little bit numb, overcome by the fungus, call it punchline halitosis
Hit ‘em with a fly, then I hit ‘em with a CD, then I tell ‘em where to see me
Back to the road trip, hit ‘em with a flow, then I hit ‘em with some mo’
Then I hear all the h*es scream, “Oh yeah!”
[Verse 2, SkyBlew]
Who you addressin’?
I should coast for thousands on islands
I cruise through the silence
Coolest nerd, a Farrow, no collin
Or colon whatever, get your organs together
Riding late night, no brake-lights, they gassin’ propellers
Mentally elevated, they be reminiscin’ ‘bout my premonitions
With a chick cosplayin’, that’s who your women wishin’ they was
My buzz not confused with the next man
They songs ain’t engaging, might as well be the best man
They chicken out but see I’m a breast man
My team ain’t worried ‘bout the bread, we prepared for the sunbeams
Gifted so presently got a cup full of eggnog
Verses so heavenly somebody better send a god
Gold in my direction, never seen on that BS
Got my own steez, only [?] in that DS
Respect the cloud boy I’m serious I’m [?]
Picture me rolling in Japan with your mother dearest
Send a deuce pop got in on lock like a b-boy
Keys open doors on a resource
If a recourse, I’m a pass in the air
No [?] give nightmares, Oh yeah!
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