10 Feet Down

Speaking mouth to mouth, somebody call this man a doctor,

Clean of any reefers, but I’m higher than a copter,

Meaner than the heat, but not as hot as all my stalkers,

But not really, I’m discreetly dating doors with bigger knockers,

 

Clocking in my hours with my lyrical profession,

Laughing in my head, that’s a hysterical confession,

Dollar stuffed corpse, it’s not the money that I’m fleshin,

And whether I really got answers isn’t really up for question,

 

See me eye to eye, I’m viewing you without discretion,

I’m any name you call me, go and take a damn selection,

 

Messing with my do, I’ll do you in and then I’m outie,

Like a belly button, cut the cord and watch your face get pouty,

I’m the beast up in the east, the western ladies sayin’ howdy,

Baby, all around the world, I mess around while getting rowdy,

 

Flying with the music like I’m Superman’s conductor,

Hiding is my Kryptonite, a silent interrupter,

Shooting me with lightning, why you messing with my thunder,

Is it cause your girl Australian when I brought her ass down under?

 

Racking up my Snapbacks in a line just like an army,

Wearing them with pride, cause your crowned clowns can never harm me,

 

Breaking through the crowd like I’m the king of red rover,

I’m not kissing ass, but ladies gladly bend over,

I don’t ride a Ferrari, man, you know I never drove her,

Your luck is running out, then Imma call you dead clover,

 

Man... I’m really one of a kind,

From a poet to a rapper, I’m so rarely confined,

Brain dead ballers must be so hard to find,

Think outside the box? You must be out of your mind.