[Hook x2]
Cadillac gold grills in my mother f*****' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them n***** that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
[Verse 1]
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I work to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this s*** to drop
n***** wish whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every f****** 2 knocks
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and b**** I'm at the beach
b**** I'm at the beach, (oh) b**** I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this s*** is at your reach
I'm here to keep it g, from the eyes (I's) how I see
You're here to be a b-i-t on my d
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought, got you petrified, b**** I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally f***** individual
(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Why the f*** got these n***** gotta hate for?
I got a lot of s*** they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, f*** the lakeshore
You n***** take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin d***, I go hard, and I get up in your b**** and boguard
n***** riding waves without the chauffeur
I'mma drown your a** and take your surfboard (p****!)
My s*** stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
n**** sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you m************s goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a f****** horse
Cadillac gold grills in my mother f*****' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them n***** that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
[Verse 1]
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I work to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this s*** to drop
n***** wish whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every f****** 2 knocks
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and b**** I'm at the beach
b**** I'm at the beach, (oh) b**** I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this s*** is at your reach
I'm here to keep it g, from the eyes (I's) how I see
You're here to be a b-i-t on my d
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought, got you petrified, b**** I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally f***** individual
(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Why the f*** got these n***** gotta hate for?
I got a lot of s*** they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, f*** the lakeshore
You n***** take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin d***, I go hard, and I get up in your b**** and boguard
n***** riding waves without the chauffeur
I'mma drown your a** and take your surfboard (p****!)
My s*** stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
n**** sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you m************s goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a f****** horse