Thoughts

it's crazy how we think about the tears and sorrow

walkin' out the door and might not come back tomorrow

take down some notes, cause you better closely follow

shake around that coat, paintin' pictures like Picasso

 

blowin' down trees not the one's in the yard

we talkin' bout the green, that takes your mind far

more like blockin' out the pain that makes life hard

i lock out the fame but it fuels up my card

 

i support more heads than a store that makes pillows

i afford more lead than your whore that sucks fellows

smokin' so much think my body needs to mellow

we tokin' get in touch, shake a hand, say hellow

 

half of you rappers ain't even on my floor

if you think i'm not eatin', your mind is folklore

hear my lyrics you can't believe i'm a sophomore

there's more to explore, a third encore in store

 

forgive me for my sins for I am just a kid

there's a lot of shit I did but please open the lid

you average rappers hid faster than a fuckin squid

skid around in a car until we gotta run and dip

 

are we near the ocean cause it smells fish

no were in my friends house it's just his bitch

gold on my neck you get the fuckin' sitch

grab your bat are you ready for the mothafuckin' pitch

 

we should start respectin' the young, they make more babies

we should start selecting the hung, they got more rabies

put two condoms on cause i don't fuck with them babies

i pull of like skrt skrt take off in my Mercedes

 

packin' down lips with a hammer and a chisel

sights aimed at your neck and it's a fuckin missile

my balls are bouncin' everywhere like inside a whistle

i'm sharp in all senses like a bag full of thistle

 

original rhymes from the heart, and that's a guarantee

no need to stare at me, i'll just die eventually

most rappers energy can never get the best of me

I invest money into a vasectomy at seventy

 

6 Asian chicks in my bed and they got kicks

hit a lick on that bitch till i send em to the fifth

granny smith, is a mothafuckin' myth

latch on to Mr Smith, with a sharp curved scythe

 

shut your mouth about your ice, i'm not sayin' twice

if you gonna roll the dice, here's some advice

your trapped in fool's paradise, eating Chinese rice

please don't lead me to entice, that's plain imprecise

 

piecin' together whether or not to go

imma put on the show, cause i got the flow

do you got the dough, and do you really know

what its like to be pro and not caught down low

 

we got 99 problems on our desk like a math sheet

runnin' on my knees faster than a fuckin' athlete

if you don't like us, you might turn into crab meat

don't be surprised when you find out that i pack heat

 

i smashed a pitcher of beer with my boy Babe Ruth

imma keep my mouth shut, cause you can't handle the truth

stick to you like gum or a mothafuckin' tooth

follow your ass like my day job as a sleuth

 

we toke so much, the neighbors smoke detectors go nuts

but we keep it cold cuts as we lineup all these butts

what's the real deal now, cock back and shoot it like pow

now we cuff your ass as fast as they fuckin' allow