Alright, so we gonna do it on the second one or the first one?

I don't wanna be alone, quick to put the chrome chrome to the skin dome dome

Let me put my beaters on, reefer put me in my zone, spliff large like Al Capone (Ah)

Reaping everything I've sown (I've sown)

Throwing large stones inside my glass home

On a trip to Babylon, put on some new cologne and now she let him bone

Four four make you don't grow, don't act like you didn't know

That I done did this all before, two thousand for a show

And now I got a hoe, sittin' in the front row

That wants to do blow

M-M-M-Mothafucka's wanna race, tell me pump my own brakes

But I'm in first place, from my voice on the bass

Put the pen to the pad, I'm gettin' money while you mad

Blunt hittin' from the drag, money pinchin' like a crab

Better check yo discography, cause ain't nobody hot as me

This triple six sodomy, ya rhymes in need of quality

Demons all inside of me, mischiefs and misogyny

Spliffs and monotony, this isn't what I thought it'd be

Damn

A life without direction is a life without progression

The Smith and Wesson hit you with a lesson near perfection

I'm countin' all my blessings while undressing

Caressing and addressing

This shit is just depressing

Now she let me bone?

And now she let him bone

Now she let me bone

Now she let me bone

Now she let me bone

And now she let him bone