(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
Froze over, when you you could hold Yoda With flows older than the first sold soda more for my bros those rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, blow I am like Mike, back in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant Try and bite, like a razor in a candy A taser and a tackle By a neighbor the family shackles Laboring a man he's I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on rich lawn I was brought up Muslim and I studying Chrislam (Chea!) That's not a so I place this John In your chicks Give her something beautiful to on 'Till I spit one to her lip (Chea!) I've been rhyming since in politics Polished it then got a big wallet all of my dollars sit To the wall is split, I gotta sick the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 I think they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything
Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that flow Woo! I guess I'm supposed to with that gas flow But no, I'mma just spit it, get it good Wish you would tell me what I do I don't know, hit the Uh, yeah, feel like I here before Maybe I have but I fuck with it Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, 'em duck with it on lyrical ability Everybody in my vicinity blowing they mind Kennedy I got no love for the enemy, tell me the remedy I'm like what's good, fine me what's on your mind, rewind this shit My is beyond this shit I put that on everything, I'm being honest, shit So up, hold up I'm sorry for the hold up but I been on the road Should have had this verse to ass a long time ago When I put that on everything, I ain't had a to myself But I been living like I ain't finna see I ain't focused on no I been living good, I been fine Pass the Sriracha, I put that shit on all of Busting like Columbine combined a terrorist's mind That's been confined in four for some time
They say I'm the best at I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think they all gum So I them all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything
Sriracha, the flavor We gotcha, even jock us These choppers the knockers then blocker Disintegrating every eager to off ya You can bet that we it proper When I put the in a fully with a hoodie Ain't nobody gonna stop us, gon' top us We leave 'em no option, leave 'em with no conscience Leave 'em with no oxygen, leave 'em no problem And even I could see what they watchin' TV with a DVD, I can When I see street shockin' Easy if it need be then I just eat And I'm Eazy-E, I eat meat like I'm EBT Credit Card Max, the bars back Fuck hoe, get brain and all that Run in your house and bring your whore Sever your face and dead the Who got the keys to the rented Can't catch me, I'm the man in all I been a chap since Catman on crack that, I been nice way before that Can't ignore that, you can try But you end up next to Dido I'm that pen that wrote the I'm on skin like vitiligo Sing for the moment, I hit the note Someone let Elton John know the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho With a priest and the Pentecostal Why you niggas wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the back With a patch, jump in the middle of the track None of y'all niggas can act so niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin' a in the whip Give me your to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be ready to I can be shattered and all, want to be hard Better be ready for war, tell me who for more
They say I'm the at what I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I they all gum bumpin' So I them all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything