S.N.O.R.T.

'Chemist, Bojack

G.I. back to that one-way

Where we at with it? Uhh

227, Blockworks

Let's get it

I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)

Started with a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal

Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole

Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos

Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows

How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros

I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)

Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load

Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control

It's moving too slow?

Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)

It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose

Every time it touch

It put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)

No, this ain't Kweli, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured

On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll

I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Ugh)

It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold

The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come

Yeah, us original

Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred

V12s, yeah

Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah

Ayo, VVS's super froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah)

My uncle and his partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose

And lately, I been curving groupie hoes but I get stupid chose

'Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl

Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em

'Bout to toss that to Lord and them

Fuck a whip, I need a space coupe

We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!)

Michael J. Fox jumping out the pot, Michael J. hops

Fuck rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop

Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah)

Seven-figure nigga still at the store

While my groupie bitches eatin' Domino's

And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's

My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load

I don't trust a soul, so a nigga drove (Rrrr)

Hit the County, I was in the hole

With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours

I'm checked in, vest in, big bunny rabbit don dada

I remember when I seen a rapper

Do a spot for 1-800-CRIMESTOPPERS

I remember being on the run

Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah)

Crime lord, on Vice Lord, I'm the underground king, Godfather

Nigga, what