My Last Pack of OOdles

Ellysees wit strings and straps,

If i'm not the shit , How come my feces be singing raps,

How come my species be springing traps,

until they catch us .

At the best Western after the Gunsmoke

getting hung cause we were young and dumb

arguing with the Doc like Festus.

Forget Matt Dillon, we're just black children trying

to stack millions wit gat's peeling. Rolling into I-hop with a thick Thot asking

Whats for breakfast ?

 

Y'all have to excuse me for out shinning my necklace. But calm down,

Hip hop wont be dead until I'm breathless. I'm like the Mound,

when Ball and JG was pimping ...., I'.m Space age

...and when it comes to getting paid,

you can be as fast as Usain Bolt, I'll still outrun you just by Limping.