The boys here forever making noise, I'm hella clever
Hippie smoking weed, I'm making music, not from Denver
When it rains, it pours, I got umbrellas for the weather
Jacket in the trunk, I'm talking puffers, not the leather
When I go to sleep, I lay on pillows filled with feathers
When I hit the stu, I'm always repping my four letters
CRC, The pimp and eight times collecting cheddar
Rolling loud, we coming and, we'll do a double header
Humbly, I'm better than everything you always planned to be
I'm planting up my seed in my baby gon' need a plan for B
You get the reference, my M.O.T. and this my T.N.O
I'm really running this in my label, bitch, I'm a C.E.O
Jealous when you hear my tracks, I'm crushing, yo ego
Got my brothers, I don't need friends, goodbye, amigo
Got some ladies in the stu , they saying that they Latino
Girl told me, pull up my pants, I'm rocking new chinos
Verse two, coming like Lays, I'm always in my bag
I was whipping in the kia , Kari came up in the cat
Johno whipping in the foreign, making sense, he called it drag
Hit the stu, we setting fire to it, that is arson
Need me cheddar from the west, you think I'm from Wisconsin
Everyday I'm working on music, bitch, it's a constant
N.L.Y.B. General, I'm blessed to have my sergeants
Working while they clubbing and while they getting lethargic
Rick Rubin made me a creative workaholic
Kush got me floating in the ocean like aquatic
Bonnets in the stu, damn, I'm feeling like an auntie
Pop star, early thousands, feeling like I'm Shanti
Mustache getting long, I'm looking like I'm Harvey
If the price is right, I might just call up my whole army
Sweatshirts in the studio and drinking coffee
Roll about a thousand joints, but this is not a party