And, nope, I don't remember this one
That's an artist's interpretation of the great prophecy
Tomorrow, you are prophesied to battle Ixcano
A monster with tentacles stretching across the galaxy to strangle everything
You alone can banish him to the darkness
I'm in the fast lane, empty gas tank
But I'm pushin'
And my ashtray filled up with hash laced blunts of cookie
Lookin' back ain't what I do
That old shit in the rear view
Them folks in last place ain't tried to pass me
They know they couldn't
Fuck it, I'm goin' awol
Run rampant with a chainsaw
Big blade gon' rip his face off
I'm so glad that I ain't y'all
Pop quiz, I'm puttin' you bitches to the test
Got some shit up my sleeve
I know when I pull it out these youngins gon' be stressed
Checkmate, I broke the youngin chest plate and made his breath fade
Sex slaves in my bed mane, they give the best brain
Violent at the core, I like to wreck things
Other youngins playin' checkers
Big Raven makin' chess plays
I'm in the fast lane, empty gas tank
But I'm pushin'
And my ashtray filled up with hash laced blunts of cookie
Lookin' back ain't what I do
That old shit in the rear view
Them folks in last place ain't tried to pass me
They know they couldn't
Wouldn't try me if they life depended on it
Youngins fuckin' up left and right
But ain't man enough to own it
But a gun, they quick to show it
And some drugs, they quick to blow it
But when it comes down to standin' for somethin', they ain't goin'
They so intrigued with what these rappers doin'
But in reality these rappers do what actors doin'
Feel like they have to do it
Have to be the number one shooter or dope boy
But you don't have to my youngin
Quit actin' like you got no choice