I gotta palomino horse with versacci saddle

Ima cocaine cowboy with crops n cattle

Half dog and jackal pop Don like snapple

Got my first paycheck when I robbed the randall's

Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels

Two or three at time cuz we all just mammals

The songs I sample bought my mom a castle

Bought pops a fuckin non filter box of camels

Comp soft n fragile get stomped and trampled

While they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples

Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals

Takin hits off homemade bong with handles

Its a lawless battle as my toughts unravel

Pull my gun and like eggs niggaz dodge and scramble

Still lost in travel and my hearts in shambles

While the seeds in my weed snap pop n crackle



[Chorus: x2]

Who fuks with the rhyme of the dope house mind

Who shines in the dark in these end of times

Line after line who keep it the realest

[Carolyn:] Only u cuz the others to scared to live it 



I do videos with a bunch of pretty hoes

In a benz wearin K-mart dickie clothes

Give a toast listen close to dat nigga Los 

When we was hungry Mom would say "Get the fishin poles"

Really thou back when I sported chilli bowls

And used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones

My city thowed stop actin lik u didnt kno

Gettin rich n we still screamin "Gimme mo!"

In the props gotta stay on ya tippy toes

They tryda kill me few bullets came really close

Now tha bitch is froze twisted in a wicked pose

And his toes colda than my Michelobs

Diggin holes lik ima tryna find some hidden gold

He got nice shoes, wonda if I fit on those?

The sickest flows, I got guns dat can kill a ghost

At the club wearin dead man's Kenneth Coles



[Chorus: x2]



Candy blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka

Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka

A true live balla, might cruise my 'pala

Or just soak in the sun and take poolside calla

Its the hood fly talka and if you lik drama

Ima da rappa dat'll rap ya in a two-ply potna

With fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharpa 

Den dat thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalka

Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on tha

Fukin brain that aint been sane since a cute shy toddla

My new nine's hotta than a july jogga

Or even me on the news sayin "Oooh hi Momma"

Neva knew my fatha til I grew quite larga

But by the I was ten walkin through high water

Old dude tried harda then a suicide bomba

Im like "Dad is too late, Ima foo, why botha"



[Chorus: x4]