Let's go, it's official, Mr. DJ Biotic Man, Mr. Midwest
When I tell you it's official, you know it's official
Luciano, got this shit, he's gon' kill it. Let's go
Yo, he said it's a part of this friday

Need the E and the X, the strickles
That's gon' fiend for sex and me
I fiend the bling, I'm needin' a whole lotta checks
See they on that old shit

We listenin' to the fuckin' next, say it's the future
I don't fool with the losers
I need the mula and the buddha
Yeah, my dude over here, we goin' state to state, debating troopers

He said in Arizona
Got the shit in the big candles
Heron with no aroma
Yeah, more than a diploma

Doin' all my homework
Nah, we gettin' zones to homes and they whippin' up the work
I go berserk, these dudes out here
Reppin' for my turf, we ridin' big

Plus I can still provide for my kids since day one
I got food for thought
I'm never playin' Yonkerosis
I do this shit

Them dudes is just bogus
Like hocus pocus
Make them disappear and I'ma reappear
Fuck Trapper of the year

Feelin' like I'm the G of the year
Me and you, we need a little flash
State to state, we get this cake like the bakers
And them dudes, they just hate us

OH damn
Home of the players and we skaters
Keep it rollin'
Yeah, the 5-0, they stay patrollin'

And they well aware we sellin' now in Delaware
We're pitchin' off on Richmond
And we trappin' on Manhattan
And we been gettin' the work on Kenilworth

Uh, make it go down
Star Search over on Harvard
Or maybe on 5-0
We ridin' smoke

Yeah, lookin' at the high folks
We down at the park
We barbecue
And I ain't tryin' to argue with dudes

We start to shoot
Oh, you don't wanna see it
They gon' have a bill they can hand you
Up at Grandview

While you in the ICU
And I don't see you
We seein' through them
Matter of fact, we see the business

The future
With the better livin'
I'm on the beach
Yeah, I'm trippin'

Frequent flyer males
And them iron gals
And they like them there
What's up, man

It's just freestyle, right