Chill at the Bar

C-Write...hahaha You muthafuckas, I'm back In rare form baby... O-Dooooot [Hook] I'mma just get a cigar I'mma just fill it, then char I'mma just chill at the bar ...and zone out Fully focused and motivated The dopest, I know you hated And though you waited, it's my time to ...show out So uh, ladies and gentlemen ...go out Without further ado, I bring to you ...O-Town Name, Copy, status, King of the ...whole town Name, Copy, status, bring him the ...gold crown [Verse] I'm hot, dual exhaust never cooling off Never lose at all, if I do, bet the rules are flawed due to ya'll When it comes to you doing a hot album You're the Grand Dragon in the hood with his hood on, you'll never pull it off I write it on the spot, sober or inspired by the pot They bite it cuz it's hot, you're fired cuz you're not I write most poems still hitting fire that lights most home grills Getting higher then Mike Jones' phone bill Who? The drop out slash business man who quit this plan Till my cell phone's got more rings then Slick Rick's hands Six minutes, Copywrite you're on The white Lebron, James when the mic is on Stay anonymous on it, honest you wanted it Time it with water, just hot as bottomless lava Vocal booth hot as a sauna, local dudes, God I'm a problem Broken thru's not gonna solve it Hoping you know while you folks are joking I'm not, I'm improving Plus I'm, im-proving, been doing this Been moving, what you been doing bitch? Jotting ideas down for a possible disc Get off of my dick, get a job and a bitch I'm on my job and I'm not gonna quit It'd been cheaper to murder the Grim Reaper Then for ya to send geeks with a burner to get Peter King of, all kings, ya'll queens shoulda stopped when ya could You're like a drawstring, not in the hood [Hook] [Verse 2] Now why should Maury, bother It's apparent you're my son, say "sorry, father" 'Fore I've raised guns like Corey's Father, the homeless Sean Corey Carter I "Never Change," raised better ways Never rat, I never knew how cheddar tastes I, set a pace, can't keep up? Don't ever race Don't, hand me cups of water, gimme Henny straight When I run by, one eye open, spun by folks and Kept going, till sunrise, smoking.....give up yet? I spit upset, what kid up next? To get up rep Get lit up, and spit up bread, fuck him Who he is, where he's from, who love's him? I don't, so, love won't, give him any, the kid is skinny, eat Christmas gifts is semi, problems, I shoot the gift if any Sippin Remy, spitting like the spirit of Big is in me The white Frank Black, I'll ghostwrite for you And charge you nine bank bags for a white blank pad No receipt, I'm a hustler homie Went to a car lot and made the salesman a customer homie Sold him a green Gremlin with no muffler homie And that's nothing, I'm only on my break, pumping a stogie Stuck to it, only, herbs finest buds that can grow B Hoes with skeletons in their closet bugging to bone me On her mattress bed, her, sex was just wild Gave me backwards head, yeah, exorcist style But I give ya crews a fix if ya double cross me Form a team huddle with struggle to bubble off me Diss me? That'll only piss me, off And of course, force me to come back double crossing ...so fuck up off me [Hook]