Grease

I'm ripped as shit I told the homie I was on some acid I pass the joint behind the back I'm thinking that I'm Magic Some people ask me what's the point if it ain't lavish Honestly you sounding tragic go head jump out in traffic Man I really hope I never live that type of life You know the ones where you tossing and turning through the night Homie you asking me why you can’t sleep at night Go get a piece pipe motherfucker seek christ Man I used to write my rapping shit and really felt nervous Until it hit me that the rapping shit was my purpose Okay you know just how we get it smoking the purple But you know me LD done keep it nerdy like Urkel Because I'm colder than a freezer kill you like Freeza  Dope diesel daddy dick bitch pussy pleaser  Master Roshi with the skills hoe you just got ethered Don’t take shots at the fam or I’ll get even All up on the weekend Jump up in the deep end Homie we can't be friends Ain't no need to pretend Never need a pretense You know I been beasting You can keep them secrets You motherfuckers leechers I need them G's them rings and things Homie know shit come back around like a boomerang Chopping down trees like it’s Christmas call me Frosty All I need's the pipe a hat a carrot cut the coughing I’m That King Cole hit the vocal top chart it Can’t forget piano melody Meadow Soprano when I park it I say that cause it takes me couple times ‘fore I succeed Bite the bullet blaze a trail and break a piston like Rasheed Fuck a cunt named Donald Tump he the epitome of Greed Feel my Wrath you fucking Sloth saturated Gluttony Pridely Envying your daughter dude you Lusting for your seed Charge you seven times boy no money back guarantee Now Dizzle do the banking bro I hit you with them fees Fi-fo-fum I’m climbing stock high up in the trees TYL up in the cypher big mistake they shouldn't let me on The dues must be paid authoritative get my levy on Demand the rock I need my carries I think I'm Leveon A massive failure in ya defense should've prepped I'm ready for the season All up on the weekend Jump up in the deep end Homie we can't be friends Ain't no need to pretend Never need a pretense You know I been beasting You can keep them secrets You motherfuckers leechers I need them G's them rings and things Homie know shit come back around like a boomerang