Oh my Illyum yo I'm at it
Gettin higher than an addict goin at it in the attic
Boy you know that smashin on these tracks that be a habit
Sick of bitches talkin shit trix for kids silly rabbit
Fuck it light the cannabis eyes drier than a camel tit
PBR goggles still I'm Rippin it like Hamilton
Leftie so I am like Prince Wallace yall can't handle this
Alcoholics can't fuck with the way my homies slam the gin
Santa isn't in this bitch still ya see 3 hoes
Nowadays every rapper actin cheesy like Doritos
Or Cheetos Fritos Burrito Taquito
See we know lifes a gamble so my people build Casino
Motha fucka put ya chips in
Rap senior class we the motha fuckas skippin
Chug chug don't be the motha fucka sipping
Bro go for the dunk yo don't settle for the tippin
Don't settle for the Pippen don't settle for Jordan
Skies the fuckin limit homie go for historic
Money is nothin it's the love thats important
Do what you love never settle for boring
Rappers ain't tourin still trippin like they ill
Bass got you shakin like this beat slipped you a pill
These lames sick of hank yeah they over the Hill
When I rap I need a lawyer to go over the kills
Never in a pickle man you what the dill
M.O.B. until we go no ho in the will
No hands on the wheel I let my knees hold it
Cause I need both hands for the green I be smokin
Gettin white boy wasted and white boy blazed yo
Always twisted somethin like tornados
Illyum Ill yum potato potato
Next time at your show man I'm throwin tomatoes
Like pow powpow powpow
We cheif da peace pipe pow wow
Holla at these dogs like bow wow
She go to town when she go down downtown
To be the man you gotta tell yourself you are
Dont spend your 15 minutes as a television star
Naw man aim bigger than that
Got some life plans way bigger than rap
Cause I got drive like the guy on this side
She down to ride like the guy on this side
I aint the kind to accuse a dick ride
But when she hear my rhymes her eyes they get wide
They yellin finish him like a Sega Genesis
Tell these rappers get fucked like a friend with benefits
Pause
Like when your mom would walk in on ya watching a dirty movie and ya like mom get lost!
Girl just make it pop just like a can of coke
These fruity ass rappers taste like Cantaloupe
The sickest motha fuckas ain't no antidote
Kick ya ass off the air like a canceled show
That you know fo jersey sho
It's the same ol song same dosy do
These motha fuckas don't know me bro
I run shit like kids run from KONY bro
So all you motha fuckas put ya hands in the air
Stand there awkwardly and leave them up there
I'm an atheist if you do really do care
So all you wack rappers imma keep ya in my prayers
credits
released February 15, 2013
Produced by Dubbs
Recorded & Mixed by Brian Williams at Northern Michigan University
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