Cherokee

Chronic mixed some gin, got 2 bitches counting my Yin

I dipped my Pen in a vial of sin and let it eat thru your skin

till your mind enters a new dimension, got you diminishin

my crew is always finishin as if it was the mission, Im wishin

the new age would just listen rap game what im fixin

Im raps Tarantino, so here goes my pulp fiction

Im nailing rappers like Crucifixion

Im hip hops definition , I fuck the mic till its twitchin

got you coming back like a prescription

from cherokee boogers to cali models switchin position

well wishes to my opposition as I lace them with ammunition

medallin is what your girl sniffin, proceed to panty rippin, got her mans trippin

Hennessy is what were sippin from broke to rich what a transition.

My whip use to fail emission , noww the rarri gears are slippin

as im grippin the corner, just to pick up my food order, L cruisin

throw the green in the dutch, the shit im smokin it dont take too much

2 drags hit you with a punch, eatin pussy for breakfast dinner and lunch.

you ask whos the best I think I have a hunch

It starts with Nasty and ends with Nate, thats no debate

Been waiting to shit on the game , my first album should be called constipate