Lot of mof*ckas had assumptions about me holding back on the music or whatever
Naw mean, that ain't the case tho... NoPriceOnSkill on the way
Jot down the relatable quote off the medical, hoping everybody would resonate as I deliver
The flow richer, lick the blood off my blisters
The PC comes back but the KG swims over the ocean
Chalk line and blood splatter, got ya' brain colliding with the pressure of my knuckle
Membranes bust open, the rust on my forty-five got my trigger choking
Wrote the poems of the potent, I learned how to master prevention of poor performance
Right thru the storm, I'm storming
Hawk em down if clowns rather not pay dues, ballistics never left a clue
Back rubs after the sauna, Paul Masson, a couple written songs, and the marijuana
Chocolate brown thang, tight thong, her name was Donna
Specific love that I got for Zoe
Met her back on campus from a can of paint, she ain't even know me
Rather you be my lover but I treat you like my homie
And that's just what it is, yeah