9-24-7000 (feat. Rick Ross)

Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical

Penetrate our soul, penetrate our neuron wiring system

Our cerebral cortex, okay?

What really is a thought?

Can you control when a thought arrive outside of the brain?

Can you or can't you?

Is free will a real thing, or is it the philosophy of free will?

Seekin' scripture

Shit

Sweep you off your feet

Like Ryu in the corner

Shit, man

Smooth, man

I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, uh

Yo, if you I didn't say it's me, you would probably think it's Sting

My fish go bling, what, this old thing?

I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit

Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit

November Rain came the same day

My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle trece

Only compare my to Kevin Spacey

Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales

Do a world tour and scoop some dollars

Come home and hit the pool hall

I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas

Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast

It's me, man

I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head

Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't gettin' no head

You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows

You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes

Do, I hit the best of 'em, motherfuck the rest of 'em

Well, now I'm nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh?

I should probably put a wet suit on

I'll be right back

Young Renzel, line two

Young A.B., I got this, you dig?

Yeah, yo

I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches

Skippin' school bitches, cookin' me food bitches

All my **** down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnicke

Got a few tickets for bitches who truly dig us

College dormitories, kill 'em with smooth lyrics

Air Max 95's, grey sweats, true menace

Known as a Jonas, complex on the phone, uh

Simple individual, confident in the Lotus

Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes

As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures

Baking soda required, decide to drug dealin'

Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children

Let him keep totin' drugs if he willin' to plead guilty

The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie

Dro can only help me, Backwood, and I'm healthy

I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me, biggest

Boss