Got a lean when I walk, gout in me knee

I mean what I talk when I'm out on the scene

That girl looking thick how she fit in them jeans

Looking so ripe like a fit aubergine

That's an eggplant

Tell you where my heads at covert

Surveillance put it on a kodak

Jet black on the cheek bones

Sneak up to your crib in a car made of full chrome

Paul making margaritas with the spiced rim

I was up stairs tryna do a bad thing

Bad timing, pretty good at rhyming

Kinda just a weirdo, and I say things

Be a darl' put the dahl in the mortar

I could ride to this beat til i get rigor mortis

Caught a vibe in the corner of the bar

Real nice aura but that's not what I ordered

Six people in the five seater put your feet up on the heater

Patty woke up just for the finger licking bucket

Cause a ruckus

Everybody in my circle keep it low budget

It's all love one blood

Keep your dirty hands off me I don't want no free hugs

Nice guy but a mean thug

Known to do a little dance with them twelve ounce glove check the footwork

Me and honey like to slow dance

Dress code in the crib, no pants

I'm not know for the romance

Hit the nappy dugout on my back like no hands

I just put my damn back out

Tequila on the deck with Damo in a blackout

Exotic cheese from the market

All we really wanna do is eat right and hang out

This is freestyle poetry

Designed to be interpreted, invoke sensations

This is a hot summer morning kinda vibe

This is a hate your job but still gotta get paid,

Thinking about the heinous things your gonna do with that money type of vibe

You're listening to Offgridmozzy and Tomcat

Wishing you a lovely day, stay you, stay true, that's right