Split (feat. Status the Marlboro Man)

When it's, when it's blastin' with my, when it's time to, when it's time to When it's, when it's blastin' with my, when it's time to, when it's time to Grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage When it's time to meet my maker, I'm goin' out splittin' wigs Like I split Garcia Vegas, chew em' up and spit em' out Like banana now and later, crush em' into powder like banana runs I blast em' with my Jewish space lasers I high em', you could try all night and not get high as I am Marijuana, mushroom fryin', I would lick a frog's ass if I'm lyin I never been afraid of dyin', born in the Mormon land of Zion Half God, I clash like a titan when I'm fightin But like a lycan when I'm writin', cause I'm hidin' from the full moon I'm blastin' like it's high noon, I'm bumpin', makes me laugh From G-Life on iTunes, I bought a billion fake streams Now I am a tycoon, it's a typhoon when I smoke up Tsunami when I roll up, I could smash Goldberg into gold dust I turn up young purebred into an old mutt Y'all lunchable like cold cuts and punchable, I go nuts No pundit token, hold up When it's, when it's blastin' with my When it's time to, when it's time to The grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's When it's, when it's blastin' with my When it's time to, when it's time to Fire in my soul from the depths of the bottomless When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's There's no light in my life, no love in my arteries Every day's a hustle, and the darkness is part of me Fight, never run, stutter, step is a part of it Grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage Gunslinger cartridges, Molotov arsonists Fire in my soul from the depths of the bottomless Pit, give a shit, give a f*ck, never, maybe Toll on your soul, give it up, devil pay me Never have I ever, yes I have, got regrets Five bullets in the chamber, number six on roulette Bang, boom, are you lucky A cat's nine lives with the privilege of a pilgrim Five rich white guys, slick white lies Like a needle in your toe jam Thirteenth step of a twelve-step program Clam, no fame, no friends, no fam Old man death, last breath, slow jam When it's, when it's blastin' with my When it's time to, when it's time to Grit in my bones and the dirt in my cartilage When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's When it's, when it's blastin' with my When it's time to, when it's time to Fire in my soul from the depths of the bottomless When it's, when it's blastin' with my Jewish space lasers I go on out splittin' wigs like I split García Vega's