Style Seeker Express, test, test, do the best, yo I'm on it
We hit the earth like a comet, through ups and downs I bounce back unguarded
Armed with a bomb and it's nocturnal Ron *, welcome to the boss's office
Like Ron, say no shoes on my carpet, black August when my squad hit
With a running arm twist, got your eyes running like a chronic mom hit
Just swimming in this big ol' fishbowl, check you out
Thinkin' y'all sharks, y'all is crawfish, look around
Soon enough we gon' be runnin' all this
Swish got more * in his pocket than any nigga
I'm a rappin' engineer with a tool clip, dual hip
Action on the sound of my shorties, but mine's a stick
He's * sippin' on niggas, I sip on dips and * them niggas
Got a neck-to-neck, back-to-back, track-to-mac, all of that
But if my me act funny, I won't call it back
I signal futuristic on some true baller *
Braggin' for the common man, I pop some blue collar *
I hit the weed, I take a bullet, surprise
Why them guys want me?
Talkin' some bullets, some lies, hot
They make us look better, crack, it's a good thing
I been boozin' rappers, I'ma let it stray in their own way
I been wrecked, head rushin'
Drive them seeds within my crutch, crush
You ain't been doin' this, so don't stop
So don't stop, so don't stop