No Looker Slow Cooker they gon book us
Put your bets up I remember cheffing cook ups
In them county greens the shopping sprees
Cop my CD, an Oscar nominee MC who juices broccoli
That's the cop you plea
Hesitated 'fore I meditated in deep data
I told her just hate the creep played her
She felt restless a real treasure
That's still wretched and real treacherous
Look how it is when you live reckless
The mic smoker the tight roper
A dice roller who fry okra
You watch Oprah online Joker
That's sounds silly
I'm grounds building my own city
Profound living shit I'm just living out God's vision
Do y'all feel it? I hardly slept don't sweat the cardigan or Cartier lens
It just depends the type of car you in
The hardest shit to bargain with
You know I chose to rap alone met the chaperone
Brought a hatchet to the battle zone
To call a truce I'm all the juice
The brown recluse in a suit and a noose
I chuck the deuce while I'm sliding through
The flyest rhymes to prove is the proof
Poof gone in a sec
You'll last longer if you offer respect
Dont sweat the cardigan or Cartier lens, my raps is bulletproof.
Smackin niggas all in the face, them facts is critical.


I sipped the brew don't let these niggas move
Kept the pressure cool but you're a fool If you press the Wuz
too many reps to do The less of you
equals a better view
The clever dude was never interested in letting loose
The cowards watchin The flower prospects in the lounge of nonsense
Keep it symbolic for all those times that I was outta pocket
You know the logic is firm Don't be proud of our work, well not yet
Cause we got much more to learn
The monumental shit Is monumental for sure
And the continent Gots way too much content for herbs,
my content The text was a birth, don't downplay your own worth.
The smile on the face of a child was all it's worth
Still a rhymin fancy, findin dandy, side bitch drivin Camry
I'm not romantic, this is not that
Lit the candle, we're Luther Vandross
Slidin on an early night, preferably some pearly whites
Just put it down and say, alright, alright?
I lit the sack and tried to take a nap
Tomorrow shit is bound to happen I have faith in that
Paper stacks of flavor wraps coat the shit in Adderall
Look I ain't mad at y'all just stay up and keep your dad involved
Somewhere out in Sector 9 bless the time
And I always keep some extra rhymes