Mike Tyson

Heat under my seat Drive from police I'm in the streets Said I'm in the streets Glock on me bitch I'm a beast Don't run up or you are deceased I'm good on the West yeah I'm good on the east I got soul, fuck my sneaks Take a look at my steez yeah Puff on the buds all week I get high off the bleeze yeah Pills on me blue like Ski I get high off the beans yeah That bitch wan' come fuck with me I hope she not a fiend yeah I hope she not a sleeze yeah I'm just chasing my green yeah Whether I'm punching the clock, or flipping the pack I'm chasing my dreams yeah Who gonna stop me from getting it (Nobody) I swear to God that I won't be a (Nobody) Niggas act like they are killers with (No bodies) Niggas act like they got bitches with (No bodies) Move, get out the room My drip on goo lagoon Don't get too close or you gon' get the fumes Don't get too close or you gon' hear a boom I was born with a plastic spoon Watch me go gold off the muhfuckin toons I'm King Tut, put me in a tomb Bury my body with weed in the room