Backseat

I've been walking with my drink on empty My drink on empty, but shit, I'ma fill that cup I've been smoking with my mind on plenty My mind on plenty, but shit, I'ma focus up Yeah, we gon' sweat, yeah, we gon' work Yeah, we gon' drink, I jump in head-first My hands are so high, my hands are so big Just hand me that mic, I'll rock this whole crib Backseat in the whip, the stereo's yanked Dismiss the slow flow, the prose is so dank In 52 weeks, I broke the whole bank You're talking too loud, I'd hate to pull rank Take a deep breath, take a big drink I'm smoking that stuff that makes me wan' think I love this whole shit, I'm never gon' stop I baked it just right, this shit is just hot (yo) Yeah, I got a portrait of myself in the front hall Reassure me or more, it'll never fall If it does pick it up like, "There he go" He's on the rise, no surprise, no miracles Eh yo, Chop-Chop Suey I'm Hong Kong Phooey with this rap shit Running through this world with my glass on massive (oh-oh-oh) Sippin' on something hard enough to put me on my ass But I'm loving this feeling like I'm hearing them classics Yes, we did it, yeah, we done, done it We doing what we love, still keeping it on a hundred The Two-Tone Rebel never fret it, never stunt it 'Cause I'm thinking about change Not the shit that comes with money and ohh I still get it in abundance That ain't my focus, in focus, that's ugly In focus, I'm focused, no Hokus, no Pokus Smoke on that dope shit and hope for the hopeless Backseat in the whip, the stereo's yanked Dismiss the slow flow, the prose is so dank In 52 weeks, I broke the whole bank You're talking too loud, I'd hate to pull rank Take a deep breath, take a big drink I'm smoking that stuff that makes me wan' think I love this whole shit, I'm never gon' stop I baked it just right, this shit is just hot Air horns hit the cerebellum like a ton of bricks 86 that bullshit like I'm 46 26 is when I hit with that double F Plenty stress, but never worry, I got plenty left (yeah) Talk about it like a nuisance, a menace to your health A menace to subside, no perfection is itself A stupid contradiction that will never fucking happen You spilled your chocolate milk, go grab a motherfucking napkin Because I'm sick of this shit, my pocket's ready to roll I've been patient as fuck, I've been paying the tolls I've been pushing my whip at a reasonable speed I got Louis the Dog and a chick on her knees I got one on the floor, I got one on the seat I got one on the low, I keep one on the leash But now I'm gonna go get it, yeah, I'm gonna go get it I said I gotta go get it, so I'm gonna go get it Backseat in the whip, the stereo's yanked Dismiss the slow flow, the prose is so dank In 52 weeks, I broke the whole bank You're talking too loud, I'd hate to pull rank Take a deep breath, take a big drink I'm smoking that stuff that makes me wan' think I love this whole shit, I'm never gon' stop I baked it just right, this shit is just hot Backseat in the whip, the stereo's yanked Dismiss the slow flow, the prose is so dank In 52 weeks, I broke the whole bank You're talking too loud, I'd hate to pull rank Take a deep breath, take a big drink I'm smoking that stuff that makes me wan' think I love this whole shit, I'm never gon' stop I baked it just right, this shit is just hot (oh-oh)