Blast Off (feat. Tragedy Khadafi, Smokee B & Anno Domini Nation)

Yo, duel seats in a Lexus Styles is ambidextrous Testosterone full blown But not a sexist Ride til my exodus Spit with a death wish Mics I transform with em Foul until I'm breathless Lets get into my history My storys not a mystery Cross breeds produced the illest seeds Rappers be killin me With their false imagery Delete em from the Youtube page Hit em eith penalties I got the remedies and cures for the bullshit Blow louder than four fifths when they spit But thats the basics I regulate this Escape the law like Frank Mathews with a facelift Aim guns at the pope and stick the Vatican Rock the game to sleep Overdosing ambien Ya overdosin ambie? ha Lullaby put the game to sleep We too busy countin money we cant blame sheep Its insomniac rappers and we're playing for keeps If you aint sleepin on the payment its the same to me, cmon Wake up wake up wake ip wake up wake up Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch We gotta get the fuckin money yall Nine good toes two phantom fingers Ate ten ambien seen a women in my dreams Whats it mean kid? l I dunno sat up straight wide awake Hit the liquor store and bought some shit Ive profited off of a few missteps My history's littered with medical debt Aint paid it off yet tho I might never I'll reiterate gimme the microphone cuz i'm quite clever Sharp like cheddar or Shredder but better Oroko Saki could never sever these arteries Rappin aint never been hard for me Countin bars like sheep I dont sleep I keep counting Youd think i was on methamphetamine or rebounding Thats cuz you be doubtin I need no clout They sleepin on me Make a motherfucker scream and shout like Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt Lullaby put the game to sleep We too busy countin money we cant blame sheep Its insomniac rappers and we're playing for keeps If you aint sleepin on the payment its the same to me, cmon Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch We gotta get the fuckin money yall Burst out my momma's belly chasing a bag A merchant in the nursery steady servin Similac Like healthy crack to other babies In the eighties I was hustling In the 90's sellin clips to my peers from Dad's Hustlers In middle school i was flippin ps2s And throwin parties with the booze At all the different pools and bonfires They called me Mikey Fat Blunts I wnet to school high in highscool Flippin sacks like a bunch And rappin after lunch Honin firepower I been rappin hustlin earning by the hour By the pound by the job by the verses I been spittin Tellin folks to wake the fuck up get whats good for the gettin c'mon Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch We gotta get the fuckin money yall Lullaby put the game to sleep We too busy countin money we cant blame sheep Its insomniac rappers and we're playing for keeps If you aint sleepin on the payment its the same to me Wake up wake up wake ip wake up wake up Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch We gotta get the fuckin money yall