T.A.T.O

I'm not thinking about the outcome, how come Cause I'm thinking about my income, uh, make it hit quick like stick ups in and out no hiccups, listening to his stuff make you feel like rolling six blunts Mister, I don't give a shit, I will dismiss ya, take you out the picture make your fucking family miss ya Its um Master splinter on the mix, uh, misfits since six, tried to kiss the babysitter thriller, iller than the zodiac killer, sick as salmonella with a style without a filter reporting live from Nihilist, New Jersey, kind of in a hurry, cause all kinds of controversy Got him like God have mercy, don't you ever make me feel like I'm not worthy, uh, it's like he had a death wish, Swift fist, blunt and cigarette for breakfast, still dress expensive these rappers they less impressive, It's best to bet that I'm probably the best investment Every single sentence writ like it was simply destined, With all Rays like the son who sent the message, Who could imagine scratching goals up off my checklist? Accidentally ate some acid, after that I felt bliss, ask me bout my passion shit I'm trying to get the hell rich, uh, I was born in a laboratory, human horror story, I cannot afford to forfeit Fortunately fortune waiting on me, shit, more important I'm trying to make the Forbes list and if the lord endorse it I need a fort or fortress, I need a ford explorer, so I can stop at Wendy's, I need a 444