Confused Pt.2

[Verse:1] Nigga swagging out the track to infinite and beyond Hit with the speed of tachyons, yo swag bad why you throw that tacky on The apostrophe can get your bitches ass to clap to this I'm the king but you rather laugh at me and not listen Boy, the moon is my vacation spot I go there whenever the ones that are hating start to plot Burn this motherfucker down, tell that nigga lot to get lost Uh, gotta go stupid when the beat ignorant like this cause i'm a boss Supreme the dream you can call me in my Shangra-la ho These labels on that Shang Tsung You sold your soul man dang son I live among the lions and lionesses homie I spit banana clips that banana split your melon quick Munch on the peach and get the knowledge like the tree in Eden bitch Im eating real good my nigga with these dollar chicken sandwiches When im spitting try to manage not getting left in my fucking dust Not sorry for the rush though [Verse:2] I won't tone it down like a party that is next door Bitch this the weekend, release stress on the dance floor Got the 40s on the counter if y'all niggas tryna pour Y'all can be some zombies to alcohol asking for some more OVO, young man saving up all of his dough It take time to mold a grind, gotta go steady and slow You people not ready though They like "can you believe this nigga? He say that we wanna king this nigga Really bro who the fuck is this nigga?" D'shon, always remember the name So you can be a groupie when I hit the fame with my flames 24 hrs, 7 days of the week I'm open to give ass kickings for free This was dope, so rewind it back back back