Verse 1: TomArts Little n***a ima show you what my city like, gunshots and k**ings every other night We pack the whip and roll up exposed by the cities lights Camo shorts on showing off war tactics a** backwards piglatin hoe im still the captain Watching groupie jawns turn to fanatics hating bums like damn what happened It was magic where these n***as come from? Destined for the throne since I was dumb young Making townies scatter like Godzilla, this right here is Bob Dylan meets J-Dilla Cash money get the scrilla cool like the dark side of pillows Seeing triple so im aiming for the middle just a little watch me nibble Rapping in cryptic codes and riddles, it's impossible to censor me I read minds weed brings me telepathy, im sick no one get next to me Model hoes im s**ing on a breast or three, b**h a** n***a
Hook: Verse 2: Qwon Don Long nights fast rounds of shots, im sipping with a decision to pa** out or not But artistically im more of a mystery not seen for weeks In the lab with a tendency of getting some answers, no question the crowd throwing they hands up Inhaling this loud picking my pants up, every step of the way Internationally net and picking these fans up, be having these b**hes picking they pants up And be back on they way, but for the most part I need a coast yard only with sand beaches And bikinis and Coast Gaurds, part of the plan I considered land where them boats are Only way you can reach me is in person or postcard, I know im a artistic n***a cause everything is art Thats why I be painting the palace with my wonderland b**h named Alice, and she's a devils fan She keeps me real leveled man