Forget about it! if I wanted to get rowdy rowdy
Your lights would be outed outed don't doubt it
Given brain clouds now in crowds they wowed
Cause I been something of prodigy
since God was a child...PUT you on dial
Pull your card like Five-O pull my file
Hold my rifle with a trifle like smile
Ready ta get wild smoke a green mile
While your idles take my pie yo
I piece of my psyche go freestyled
What you need is ta bleed from your tear ducks
what these fucks hear sucks
they only big out of sheer luck
My path in life stays steered drunk
Weird uh! My auto-pilot likes ta get fucked up
What up why yall punks front try stunt
And can't even get reef for your blunt, RUNT!
Duty calls is that a booty call