I'll put a brick in my hood I'll throw a brick to ya dome I'll shove about anything To get me through up my nose And I still flatter them hoes And get their ******* all wet Until they drip, drip outta the dryer I'm washed up they said Yeah, I'm sauced up too bad Sick as **** in the head Don't give a **** about bread I'm busy countin' my lead I'm about as sick as they get So I break up some nugs Have a *** count my stacks Line my crib with straight thugs
One, two, three, six, click Clappin' these sixes while she's suckin' my **** Leavin' my Deagle 'cause I'm wantin' to live Givin' heaven the finger 'cause I'm lovin' to sin
No one gonna stop me Yeah, nothin' that can top me I'd wreck a ******' Bentley Then suit up on a Harley Take a trip to Muncie And load up on some chronic And smoke until I'm smellin' Like a farm of hydroponic ****, I gotta get my mind right But I can't 'cause I'm livin' in the high life Not a cent gets spent on a dime, right? Wrong, I spend it all the time
And time keeps tickin' My watch looks broke 'cause I can't stop spinnin' Run outta smoke so I tryna hit some resin My lungs stuck up, but I just keep rippin' Them souls apart, them hoes apart Nothin' but the best for my bros so far I am the number one in this God-forsaken little blip Midwestern farmer **** No one here allowed to spit But I do everyday While all my ******' neighbors be balin' that hay Hooray, we got another couple mouths fed 'Til I force-feed 'em an entree of straight lead