Chalk It Up

Yo yo That's what's up Yo yo Duck-Bo shit Yo yo Yo yo Broadcasting live from the Walmart's and Costco's But I'm from the land of original Donny Brascos Different habits got me every Tuesday eating tacos F*ck so many blondes you think that nigga from Moscow Or Moscow tomato tomato Meet a bitch f*ck a bitch nigga you know my motto No black cards bad credit keep a knot though Grinding for my cheddar swiss provolone and nachos Flows i got those O's I got those Hoes I got those nigga you know I got those Blue bills small face keep a variety Do it for seeds and fam ain't no I in me I'm chill got bitches eyeing me But still get old dog straight up menace to society With long iron the sizes of your nephews R-I-P O-M-G nigga F-U I shine without the high beam Or my method man hitting Tical looking for ice cream Like a wolf on the prowl get of my cloud Cause' you don't know me and you don't know my style Old school dude to move the crowd Check check it out momma said knock you out I'm tryna' get this money a whole pile of it Way high stay fly like on a pile of shit Your chick getting slick wanna send a flick I call you scrambled ass niggas cause' you benedict Yo that's the end of it Listen when I spit Number one draft pick smoking chronic bastard This flow I mastered shape mold and crafted Warner Brother Taz'ed it Mailman Malone Jazzed it A fucking classic be realistic shooting like a verbal ratchet through your biscuit Get your atlas check the Pacific's It really don't matter at this I'm terrific Black love and gifted sack of bud I'm lifted It's in my DNA forensics and ballistics And it's still wake meditate bake and jot my first lines Y'all pray pray and pray but it don't shake as well as my worst rhymes If you can't master this plane what would you do with a bird's eye The pain I sustain to gain homeostasis would have y'all certainly suicidal I don't play Learned it ain't a game once I got punched in the face Dudes are funny you got something to say They'll pull you out the crib with their wrists wrapped and end up running away They'll act like they got a beef they wanna squash text it to you and try to set up a date When all they had to do was walk straight across the street dudes I knew were so lame Act hard last week act cool when there's a run-in at the party I don't get down with the bitchness what's going on nowadays I sound like an old head but I'm only twenty-eight I put the pen to the page to empty the rage Nothing but raw no I don't need a plate Ayo' back up hos I stay faithful to the game I wouldn't marry an Ariana Grande not today Let me redirect you to the bros it's a P.I.M.P. thing yo I'm a piggish immature masochistic prick but the only time I ever smacked a bitch was with the truth And I don't sip juice unless it's mango or orange you're watching this man go retarded Going in like a cartridge Running home after I stole all your porridge Soul went from poor to rich of course I admit it I said a lot of fucked up shit as a kid But what do you expect from a possessed creature with pale white skin If I could give any advice to anyone who was like me it's X marks the spot So take a piss on your XBox Read some Calvin and Hobbes Go outside with your friends learn to box and wrestle Smoke some pot eat some vegetables I put myself through hell to get this I'm tired of tryin to prove niggas is foul I give you rope Kick the box from from ya toes crack a smile ain't no hope I'll leave you hanging like the dap you ain't see I'm sick with it infect the mic while I'm healing the beat I Diddy bop on the track it ain't a thing to me I'm on my Goku shit it's Super Saiyan 3 Gotta give her light strokes Kamehameha beam Then send her back to you Yamcha poses when we in the sheets We keep it lit niggas couldn't blow my candles out Walking with the limp before I pull the long blamma out I duck and bow through the crowd and put it right on ya beak I'm playing Koi but the tooly ain't Meek I'm slaying any foe put the beat on I'm slaying any flow Intricate and with the shits flame a verse got many more Pocket denim swole Eazzy curving hoes like a wide turn in the rain when you're driving slow Keep the pace it's not a race it's a marathon Fucking phenomenon nigga I'm forever Don I could go on and on but I'd rather not Music in my soul and this is why I'm hot Sorry but your not so sorry but you're not I'm Animaniac animated without the Dot F*ck sluts and thots Nigga Duck is hot Killing beats and what-not Bumbo what's a blood clot