I had no choice

Always was gonna be one of them boys making noise

People like you I avoid

Making beats I'm self employed

Remove you from my playlist

I'm Adidas

You're Payless

I got flavor

You're tasteless

Medication in my lungs

Got me feeling like a sponge

I heard what you said

But I don't give a fudge

Yeah I might look funny

But I'm not playing games

If you need that funky shit

Bitch just click on my name

Still gripping all these packs with my tactical hacks

Back in a CX5 I ain't driving no Trax

Got my keys to the front but I like to come inside the back

If it's time to throw down I pull my chopper off the rack

Listening to you guys

I'm not surprised when you end your lives over some shit trivial

Always acting like someone pissed in your breakfast cereal

I love my money

If you had it you would too

All you fools act confused when I speak the truth

Still twisting off tops and I'm ripping huge globs while I'm running from the cops

Invade your whole block

And I'm taking all your crops

So just close up all your shops

Twenty four hours every day I'm still on the clock

You might be high but you'll never be as stoned as me chilling at home up oak grove

And I know that act like you just don't know but where I come from they call me the king of the dope