return

vinnies weed still stank mmm, still got minus 24 in the bank mmm

still gotta pay roos 15 back, but i dont care when im cruising in my cadillac

chilling with my home boy crack, the rapper bites flows harder than a snapper

would call Paul out but he not rapper guess i gotta wait another century

for him to capture the rap scene, my raps clean no STD's

Prophet to the rescue please, wont help you unless you get on yo knees

Old skool flow with some new school rhymes , if i complete school

i am lucky ass nigga, but on the other hand, lets kick from a view

you can understand, some niggaz might say its an other plan

but dont undermine me, or you might find thee, bury six foot deep

with a gun in your heinie, NOHOMO but on some slow flow

getting sloppy like jo jo with no sauce, pauze

cant stop wont stop jk i will, after every night its a morning after pill

is it the thrill or the desperation to fullfill my destiny, to leave a legacy

that people will never see i dont know, and i already rhymed with flow

okay there goes the rest of my bars out the window

still broke no dough, nothing to show flexing on my beads like theres no tom

orrow,

drinking cheap wine to drown my sorrows, my mom still wont do my

corn rows

and im still going crazy seeing shadows, they tippy toes i dont see em move

out the corner of my eye so i dont see no proof, but i think we need a new roof

Pop goes the weasel, sorry but the rhymes i spit still lethal

i think you can dull it with a needle so at least your lyrical death will be peaceful

Might leave you feeble so if you dont mind you can deepthroat my desert eagle

And when that bullet yo skull and i light your swag

you gon realise i bodied you in a body bag

you gon realise that its the black attack

and Bobby always coming back with that comeback nigguh