#300 block OTF Party fun Interlude

 

Yo I'm spittin' fire on the mic,just vibin' to that old school shit.

chillin' here in cuba with a bowl of ice cream and fruit , call that

a banana split. Yo on the plane ride here there was a crying baby

that made me restless. I'm waking up each morning feeling tired and lazy.

 

I'm like this cuz each night I'm gettin' much drunk.just blasting that cuban

funk out my Bluetooth speakers. wearin' my Jordans playin' that B-ball.

Yo if I keep drinkin' I'll definitely fall with limbs not working

like a car with an engine that constantly stalls. Man that shits fun.

 

yo I don't trust anybody,your shits done . yea your a foul sickness ,

my dope rhymes are the lyrical medicine to the plague that

is your 'dope' rhymes. my homies call me a doctor but to be real

I'm no worldwide chopper,but I'm still hustling to get them dollars.