The Saucy Pick (feat. Saucy foo)

Did I hear someone ask for a miracle Let me hear you say, ah Ah That's close enough A ghost Get ready, Milan Your 17th salvation is at hand For I have been sent by your ancestors to guide you through your mastery Come on, if you're going to stay, you're going to work So heed my word Because if the army finds out you're a god the penalty is death Who are you Call me Megamind Yeah, I'm smart like Einstein My boys don't take risks We make money like fucking Chime You get no money That's why you'll check with my slime I'd only give her a piece of my mind if she's a fucking dime Shit gets rough You're never going to see me in no bind I'm woke like I've died Then come back to life like I'm Frankenstein Oh, I need to chill before y'all get me hot-headed 420 Yeah, it's about that time I smoke to keep this pain from consuming me Ask me how many pounds I need Something like two times three If I don't know you, you can't smoke for free Yeah, that quality S-tier, G Ask me how many puffs Something like two times 23 Just to help me sleep Who is this guy Who is this guy I'm in the corner at the party They calling me a fucking creep I'm not fucking with none of you lames I'm staying slack on my cheese like, bitch, please You thought she was running from me I'll put your ass in a permanent sleep I got it cold like a cryo Aye, I'm leaving them cold on the floor Making this cheese throw that shit to the floor Niggas want beef, but they stay on remote Just like a grill, they say they want smoke Don't be a bitch You better not choke She call me a savior Feel like I'm Pope She want me to save her No, that's a joke If you're fucking with me, put that cash out F*ck on my cheese, I might lash out I smoke on that green, I might crash out I speak about the big, because he back now I got cuts full of lean in the background They f*ck up with me, I got racks now You say you got bodies, no cap now Michael Jackson, I beat it, my head down Don't clue me, that shit ain't legit In New York, Millie rocking the shit This ain't Reggie, exotic, you bitch In the sky like a solar eclipse I count out my blue, I'm not Crip That's a magazine, that's not a clip Uh Pull it back Pull it back I am the god in the long hole I am the powerful I am the powerful I am the powerful You ain't fucking with me I got an army behind me Most of them strapped up like straws on high C My opps out here playing monkey see monkey do They're trying to embody me F*ck with me and I'll get you dead stuck like some zombie feet Keep talking out your neck and I'll make you swallow your teeth I asked the man, what was his last wish Was he trying to see the beach Nah Well hang your ass in that tree Make sure you watch like a fucking creep The neighbors saw me do it They promised not to peep Even if they cooked that bacon Those allegations are too steep My people's name in your mouth You say that was a dream I hit them with that 223 Give his ass some fucking peace I take that fucking med kit Nah Rewind that shit back Let that record bleed Got your bitch on her knees in front of me Bless me like I fucking sneezed Like a tattoo I'll dry wipe your ass while you fucking weep