Knock knock

This is for the bad bitches that like to smoke,

but never go broke.

The ones that are independent,

but aren't afraid to shoot a nigga down like john lennon,

and is the one that rolls up one to break the tension.

The type of girl who wakes and bakes with me,

Then both go to that 9 to 5 to make that money.

Yeah, that's the type of girl that I need,

one that will make me drop to one knee.

But never take my eyes off the prize,

Always focused while stuck in the skies,

And whenever I want my bitch lets my slide in-between them thighs.

Because you don't live twice,

you have to be willing to roll the dice,

and your "so-called" friends are spies,

that are full of nothing but lies,

That's why I stay quiet as a mouse.

And stay in my own lane,

you got everything but don't know the pain,

don't know the consequences of leaving a stain,

That's why I always got mary jane by my side.

And on the other hip is my 9,

And you don't want me to it glide.

yeah you got the good,

but ill show you the bad and the ugly,

like I'm Clint Eastwood,

but with these bars its like I'm freestyling for Tim Westwood.

Got these corny ass rappers shook.

All these "Artists" work is sloppy,

so here I am and to me this is just a hobby,

But while these feds investigate me like they are Scooby,

I'm just praying this rapping shit takes off so I can sign a booby.

Yall other niggas worry about catching that body,

Killing shit like you a Nazi,

while I chill and smoke on this marley like im a hippie,

Enjoying life throwing money like I'm the Great Gatsby,

All this money in the air its getting foggy,

got this pussy so wet its soggy..

Damn.. its been one hell of a party.