You better call the Suicide Hotline

And find your mind blown

Five bones for five zones

I'm ya knight in shining trichomes

I write poems like a rhyming cyclone

If I ever face time it wont be behind an iPhone

Rappers be like where the bars at?

Fuck free styling

Gamble be like where the broads at?

I'm every bitches fantasy

Put her on her hands and knees

Ain't another bad as me

I got her doing things even she cant believe

Roll the dice

Hot rapper spit it cold as ice

When it snows rappers get ghost like its a Poltergeist

I've spent lonely nights

Cleaning the Sig Sauer

Thinking of lines

Swinging the nine like I'm Rick Fowler

Similar to Christian Slater

We see the biggest haters

But we the innovators

We the dealers getting in the papers

We the players keeping bricks in the refrigerator

Dumping greedy dicks in the incinerator

I'm coming over

See me down at the station by the lane

With my hands in my pockets

Jingling a wish coin

That I stole from a fountain

That was drowning all the cares in the world

When I getting older

Climbing up on the back porch fence

Just to see the dogs running

Ring and a question and my shivering

Voice is singing through the crack in the window

I like my girls tattooed and beautiful

Execute rappers like Rasputin The Crucible

Indisputable champ you see Cam

He went from dabs at the Super bowl

To looking sad at his funeral

You know what

This track makes me want to back hand a bitch

You're definitely gonna need some dabs after this

Shout out to Peyton Manning

I bet they paid the man his two million

That made him happy four million he made it happen

Then all the groupies brought they coochies from salons

Brazilian waxes going from a brunette to a blonde

Call some booty playing call of duty with ya moms

They say the broad is loopy but I do be getting slobbed

Truly dude we lit up more Cubans than a Don

Who be you be fixed up more ruthless than the Mob

The proof is in the guap

And the pudding

But the truth is that the coupe be looking stupid with the top

I'm coming over

See me down at the station by the lane

With my hands in my pockets

Jingling a wish coin

That I stole from a fountain

That was drowning all the cares in the world

When I getting older

Climbing up on the back porch fence

Just to see the dogs running

Ring and a question and my shivering

Voice is singing through the crack in the window

I'm coming over

See me down at the station by the lane

With my hands in my pockets

Jingling a wish coin

That I stole from a fountain

That was drowning all the cares in the world

When I getting older

Climbing up on the back porch fence

Just to see the dogs running

Ring and a question and my shivering

Voice is singing through the crack in the window

I'm coming over

See me down at the station by the lane

With my hands in my pockets

Jingling a wish coin

That I stole from a fountain

That was drowning all the cares in the world

When I getting older

Climbing up on the back porch fence

Just to see the dogs running

Ring and a question and my shivering

Voice is singing through the crack in the window