That's What I Become (feat. KingPour)

Without further ado, we got Baker. He's gonna hop on this track Yeah. Yeah. Yeah My game is whack, but let me show yo cats how we on it Pick up the pound sack from the back, shit, it smells like chronic Baker's blowin' O's around the globe. Spendin' money, dough, like he was a Mack Runnin' on a paper toll. Come on, take a toke. I know you wanna And when you get that whiff of smoke, you'll be like Ooh, marijuana. Marijuana. Woo! Marijuana. Woo While I'm rockin' some Snoop shit, bumpin to the rhythm With that Dr. Dre flowing from my armpits Like a bitch that wants a stitch Opens up a book to smell that scratch and sniff Look at his dick, it went all stiff So I grab the bic from his hand and lit the spliff Scent, so damn strong that the cops came And then I pled the fifth, but damn, I got framed Got Framed Man, this shit's a game And you can't retain all the knowledge that you can't regain And you get detained and got sent to the cell With some fake-ass fame And getting called up with a number as a name As a name Excuse me, number 248 Please go back to your cell so that way Johnny can masturbate I'll assault you with this rifle, leave you wiggling And they'll never find me cause I won't signal them Wanna be a rap god, feelin' like Em Shut your bitch ass up, I'll punch you in the septum Better yet, watch out, I'll kick you in your rectum Bitch, what is you retarded, are you on the spectrum In the streets, yeah, that's where I got respect from Gonna leave you beat, I guess that's what I've become That's what I've become That's what I've become That's what I've become Cracking jokes, cackling and laughing Oh nah, wait, f*ck, I hit a crazy kill chain Let me lock in cause that shit was fucking insane Got a headshot, cause I'm always aiming for the brain At least you didn't feel the pain Started rapping for fun, I do not want the fame Take a hit of weed and coughing tightens up my veins I wake up, try to say no, the addiction's stronger than me I wake up, try to say no, the addiction's stronger than me Loving me a pair of double D titties Always watching them bouncing, I call it a hobby I'm in the trap with the high quantity Yeah, I can't believe so much potent, smelly weed Me and my mc shorty, we waiting for them to leave And when we back in that chilly room, I'ma need a long sleeve But once we in the covers, yeah, we gonna be relieved So what about my 22 It's still gonna put holes through you You think I'm playing when I pull it out What you gonna do What you gonna do What you gonna do F*ck, smoke break Let's go, Blinkerton City, my friends, shall we Shit bubs, you asking me what I'm gonna do So I take each bullet out the holes you put me through And on December 25th, I take some heavy shrooms Go to sleep, wake up to Santa in my padded room Take out my Glock and then I fucking shoot Cause I assumed it was a robber trying to take my loot Black boys trying to sound all white Get back to your roots so I can bust some tunes to the mic Getting sent some nudes, of some boobs Spewing these booze, coming flying through my missing tooth Tell these goons to step the f*ck back From the nuke that I'ma drop cause you breathing in the magic fumes Light that shit, smoke that shit, pass that shit