'Vonte - Mitochondria Lyrics

I be fresh as hell woke up in some champion
I don't f*ck with 12 but I like the rising suns
I'm still a rising star and my legacy just begun
Aye
I told her I need space from that drama andromeda
Antiques in my closet I light 8 blunts like Hanukkah
When you rap it blow my high something like a harmonica
And I get my bitch from Mars but her name not Veronica
Aye
How am I? Bitch I'm good
Killing shit as I should
Gave my morning wood
To this bop look like she from Bollywood
Bape heads across my chest
Tommy sweats with the Breds
OJ glove on my left
Killed the game who got next?
I be fresh as hell woke up in some champion
I was in a cell like a mitochondria
If she like me I'm sorry she's outta luck
You can tell by my pant leg and sleeve that I don't do cuffs
I'm engaged to the game I be working from dawn to dusk
I don't really do penny pinching keep ya two cents to ya self
My CDG got more hearts than a class on cardiovascular health
I'm actually a cyborg from planet Neptune
I'm blowing backwoods Hansel and Gretel
Kush got me very forgetful
Tommy bape Starter
My flow nuts George Washington carver
Matter of fact this shit crack like what the government started
I be fresh as hell woke up in some champion
I don't f*ck with 12 but I like the rising suns
I'm still a rising star but my legacy just begun