Grandma said she had a dream of me working with Gene Simmons

I was gone for a moment but now bet yo ass that I’m back Lost a grand to distributors but f*ck it Imma make triple the stacks I don’t do this for the money Shit, I do it for my fans For the people out there, that just don’t understand The state of the world And why we’re all fucked That toast to anarchy Yo hey Let’s raise a cup I’ll blow down a blunt in order to open my mind Don’t give a f*ck about your opinion cause I’m still on my grind These fuckin momo mothafuckas talk like they know what the f*ck is up Let jealousy lead the way and constantly get themselves stuck In a pattern of attempts To recreate my vibe Your back from nothing (bitch) And your nothing without mine Quick jab to you pussies for old times' sake I’m back on my bullshit Out of my coffin I’m raised I ride the beat like ya bitch When she was up on my dick Wait wait wait Yo Lemme let this shit rip Pull up with the mothafuckin AK mele all you mothafucka in da face face Pull up like it game day let the gauge spray Vacate from the spot all you pussy boys fake fake I KNOW YOU DON’T WANT ALL THE SMOKE YOU DON’T WANT ALL THE SMOKE YOU DON’T WANT ALL THE SMOKE Pull up with the mothafuckin AK mele all you mothafucka in da face face Pull up like it game day let the gauge spray Vacate from the spot all you pussy boys fake fake I KNOW YOU DON’T WANT ALL THE SMOKE YOU DON’T WANT ALL THE SMOKE YOU DON’T WANT ALL THE SMOKE