Pack chorus
Your boy ain't no stiff, I get it crackin' baby
So I pushed it to the motherfuckin' limit
Tell my people I'ma see them in a motherfuckin' minute
For years I've been handin' out charity
That's just the dad in me
Laser gun come with the battery
Every time you see me
You know that I'm just comin' back from somewhere
I'm so New York,
my white teeth still say somewhere
Shot the arrow, only miss them by a * hair
Come here, put this blunt in the air
These motherfuckers want us under the stairs
I'm just tryin' to be at the top of
the mountain Holdin' my son in the air,
understand me?
Author,
singer,
dancer, me Exotic olive oil taster,
actor
The earth is cubed like one dice Know
we all started from the bottom like
young rice Inhale the hash inside my lung twice,
take
flight Head towards the sun and make a right into
the night 3 p.m.
at Lincoln Center
I gotta see a screenin' of the Irishman You know your boy was in it
You know I represent it The after party at the tavern on the green
And you know I'm wearin' white linen Damn,
he usin' my cheese mo'
Yeah,
I'll stand still for five minutes Or you can paint me lookin' diesel
Behind me the double-headed eagle Poppy,
there's no sequel
I'm gettin' topped inside the home theater I
got older and I realized there was no heroes
Don't even talk to me unless you talkin'
more zeros At the end of the offer,
until then
I'll be here with my friends just gettin' sauced up Young money,
Bam Bam Baclavizzi
Pop the klizzy, please
We out here,
you know it's him Only for dolphins,
you know it's me
Bing, bing, bing
Author,
swing,
swing,
swing Singer,
dancer,
doctor
Exotic olive oil taster,
chiropractor It's me, baby