Passport, fillin' it up with stamps Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan She keep on askin' for a rack, so I ran Lookin' back like, you can't see who I am Think my bitch don't know me no more Cause every time she's sad, I can't console her no more If money buy your love, then love's not enough So tell me why you on your knees, cryin' to the floor If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right? The clouds are gray, but would you pay the price to paint them white? Might have a baby on the way, cause I've been goin' near her It feel better than real pleasure, I'm not real I think I never was, I get a rush every time she let me get in touch I need to feel that, I need to feel that My garden hasn't been growin', so can you bring that? I keep my head up, a little fed up They always tell me when my mind is on this LP I don't exist, hieroglyphics Pyrotechnics, metaphysics Telekinetics, put 50K on my credit card Look for the answers I'm searchin', but I ain't gettin' far Let's get it on, I'm a real detective Bombs and laminar, Dicepticon Hit it till my head explode Point me to a road, and I'm a runnin' bloodhound with my nose To the money, ain't fuckin' with these hoes Gettin' dunkes till I die while my foes Busy runnin', fuckin' marijuana, smoke in my stomach Toasted in public Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle Like, who dare to test this? A few new rules in effect, bitch See this a rather spooky action movie Roll it up and pass it to me Hash and booty, absolutely Smack a groupie, act a bougie Add his beauty, rather shoot me Truly, bitches must have them bad genes The back is coochie Had to do these rapper tunes To let him know the trap is booming Past the views of countless schoolers Fact, but you're in fact assuming Back to doing cash pursuing Post it up like Patrick Ewing Rap refusal, sad if you would battle for a stack or two These eloquent, irrelevant sentences Show my penmanship, indefinite boundaries Show you the end of it Don't forget you infested the nest with crevices Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly He and I are not the same Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain Money and machines, those who make a change If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain But I can't complain Point me to the road And I'm a running bloodhound with my nose To the money, ain't * with these hoes Getting duckets till I die while my foes Busy running * marijuana Smoke in my stomach, toasted in public Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle Like, get a test, get a test It's a few new rules in effect, bitch Effect, bitch, now go