My Way

[Intro] (Huh?) Funny how I'm finna start this shit Joint in my hair, finna spark this shit Finna paint a picture like I'm artistic Watch this shit Finna have 'em gossiping Don't pay no matter what this gossiping Push beef like I'm cow tipping Shoes tied; I am not tripping Nigga, I'm a bull with the mic like Scott Pippen (Oh shiznit..) [Verse 1] You motherfuckers gone get enough of discussing Who the hottest one when they be dropping like I don't Exist! Close to the gutter like I'm bowling big Yeah, I'm bigger than Hot Dog, I'm a Polish, bitch! Ain't nobody cold as this! If it's next to my grass, nigga, I ain't finna mow the shit! (Why not?) Cause nigga I stay in the clouds I'm never on the ground How am I to notice it? Now I'm finna switch the flow up, nigga, hold up If you got weed, nigga, roll up! Yeah, I'm getting money nigga, so what?! Oh, what? You mad you ain't picking up whips like a tow truck? Niggas who be thinking like that be killing me! Somebody point me to the women, please! All I need in my life is a bright-skin Tryna get eight from the side for infinity (Wait a minute, G.) I get out of pockets, but I promise, I'm honest I'm just tryna get to the Commas And I'm never gone stop it until i think I have a heart attack Demi Lovato I see you haters in the back, wishing that I would just swallow But man, I can't A weapon on top like a tank Niggas wishing they belong in a tank Tryna keep up with my lyrics, man They all finna faint Finna drop a tape Then I know they all finna hate! (The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.) [Verse 2] Goodness gracious! Finna lift-off People think I'm mixed with spaceship! I don't know, but I know I'm not mixed with basic I can never, ever get complacent People tell me that the way that I spit's amazing And I speak so articulated And sophisticated Tell the people I run it I keep it a hundred I think that be a Ben Franklin related (Oh my God!) I'm a different dude Js in my hand, no, not the tennis shoes I got your girlfriend in my phone, sending nudes Man, I swear to God, that shit was rude But now I'm in the game And yeah, I'm finna bend the rules Bite my shiny, metal ass Like the Bender dude But don't you ever get the shit confused Cause I'm close to the hood like an engine, fool No niggas that really gripped a tool Fuck around and out a pole to a bitch like stripper move! *gasp* I ran out of breathe, hold on... [Verse 3] (Aight.) What the fuck do I look like? Stopping this hot shit I know the people watchin' Got an ill mind like Hopsin Smoke tropic Until my eyelids turn violet I don't really wanna ever have to get violent Fly as a pilot! And I'm only 6'2" But I could fuck around and dap God if I stood on my wallet I'm forever rising Surprising all of my haters and now I'm serving niggas like waiters Tip me or meet the tip of the nine! (*gunshot*)