I was listening to the ocean, I saw faith in the sun I had a dream, I was swimming, gone in my wave of dreams
Yeah, brand new Rover, this shit ain't over
I have a pints of the wockhardt , I pour the four inside of a pineapple soda
Brand new stick, the recoil on it so hard that the shit you can feel in your shoulder

Walks sum down, for the days I was feeling real sad, it's some shit that I'll never get over
7.62, call the stick RuPaul, nigga, it came with a D
I got emotions inside of my closet, on God, this bitch will keep throwing fit
Keep telling me change, but I never change, my mind is outside and still free lil risk

I'm the real BTA, if I want them dead right now, we can march to that bitch with the switch
Yeah, catch a nigga out of bounds, slippin a nigga, can't fuck with my pimpin
Walk that boy down with the frying pan, leave that boy dead in the kitchen
I got my neck on the swivel outside, ain't no catching me slipping

Six feet three, know I'm standing real tall, but on blood to the money, I look like a midget
I'm talking about twins, they look like Siamese
Smoking dead, man, I look like Chinese
I'm so high around this bitch, can't feel my face, I need a iv

Dej loaf i dare em to try me
Really rich, I don't know about roddy
I came from nothing, but I know how to make some
Shaking this bitch like Ricky Bobby

I was listening to the ocean, I saw faith inside
I had a dream I was seven, climbing my way in a tree