Carter 2 Medley

I heard some knocks like open the door (open up mother fucker) This the DEA and you're surrounded (surrounded) Another nightmare Put down the drugs right there Ain't never had so much as a wild hair Since then I could have gone to Princeton (right) Such a fucking slacker My girl look like Jess Simpson Tastes like Marjorie Stuart Baxter (mm) Marc, you're such a good rapper How are you so fucking dapper? Got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches that would give me head on the crapper Okay, that's too much What, you thought I'd lose touch? That'll happen the day ESPN says Romo's too clutch (after this year) I've got visions, or delusions of grandeur But congrats on your desk job, one day you could be manager My buzz about the size of Tyrion Lannister But I'll sign the same day Kingslayer gets a new manicure (never) Got no change, no bank roll Got no Frank, no Peso My Twitter game insane like Jose Canseco Yo soy pendejo Eyes low like James Franco Tatted across my back, I got swish my tomato (I do) Young Base Goone Mundane dude It's Friday night, I'm eating Monday's food Too high to ax this this memory, but my shit is way random Doing numbers on the internet Yo, word to Dave Cameron I'm laughing Damn it, man, I'm eating salmon out the can So much cannabis, my eyes the color of Gambit from X-Men From the home of Stan the Man It'll be anything but planned Man I had them rubber bands But now I got less a couple grams Damn, call my Grams, we'll get dinner when I can I'm thinking by next winter, the bread winner from my fam Though my dad taught me to be tough to be a man When it gets rough, stick to the plan Keep my head up, so understand When I get bucks, I'm buying you a mansion on the sand (I will) A campus sized cabana with a pantry full of lamb (oh yeah) My Grandpa, my Grandma and a couple hundred grand No more selling handbags, Grandpa, Gram, you'll never work again I'm zonin' I'm honin' I'mma light, hit the pipe, then I go in I'mma write from the night until the mornin' But I ain't gotta hype it, aight I'mma own it Young kike calling hike at the line Got the lime at the light, til the timing is right and I know it No griping, I'm rhyming, I'm biding my time until the hypin' align with the flowin' I get it They gonna call it a gimmick But I gotta accept every little bit Because the flow been on point for a minute I ride around and I get it (2 Chainz) I ride around and I get it (2 Chainz) Got no cash and got not stacks And this flow wack so I switch it Ambitious [?] Young [JoJer?] and vicious I'm whipping, I'm [?] Fresh fish in My kitchen An introvert to the core Been working to get on tour Got cut from the high school b-ball team, my vertical it was poor Need to get a little bit of sleep, sleep Working on my God damn CD So O-C-D No one see me My friend don't even hit my line no more If they be going out the bank, trying to go Gotta refine the flow Because my time is slow But in my mind just hope I'm gonna shine, I know Let's go Spit fire, man Perspirin' Got fired then Moved fire when No one was hirin' First buyer then Supplying them I kept on moving higher, man I felt like I was on a wire, man No lie, but I was inspired, man [?], yeah I admire him But I quit before I got tired, man Before police inquirin' Before I heard them sirens Had to run like Terrelle Pryor, man I should have been in choir, man Hook game would be so fire, then Some days I feel I'm spiralin' But I won't play the violin I'm wild and On my island I'mma swim until I get to the highland The cloud that I puff would be vibrant But my flatulence would be silent When I get to retirement Be a GM in the Major Leagues Take a team where the bank is lean Young Billie Bean Let me paint the scene And I'm paid to be Undebatably The best but the press would be hating me From press to impressed in the mainstream, see I regret and regress what makes me, me Playing chess but I guess til I take the queen I regress to the desk, so can't you see The brain to me The Marc to you This has been the Carter 2 (Oh God damn, Base Goone You done killed that shit)