It's Lit

Man, fuck that chorus shit I'm in New York on my tourist shit They want to meet me top floor and shit 'Bout to be on TV like that Dora chick Sometimes I reminisce about how the morn' got missed Then I pop a cork and pour 'til I piss With four or more chicks That's bored of your dick Now that's a great mix 8 chicks, and greatness It's kinda funny how time is money And ain't been late since If you owe me call me surge Make your payments My fragrance Makes sense when you see my eyes And you don't need a club to see my drive You gotta be a hustler Or else they won't fuck with ya The world is your customer Serve em' what you're best at I'm from the Bay like Dre where the crest at? I gotta fly to see my pops Did you catch that? My mom's is the best dad, focus on you So hopefully when you see me you won't get mad Jetlag, I don't got it I'm getting lit with the pilot in the cockpit You know I'm fucking playin' About that fucking plane I ain't trynna die because the pilot's high I stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit I stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit Don't always break them, but I always got the rules bent Tell me how to do it, when I'm a lover not a fighter And I started real young, had a rubber in my diaper My wife really got other girls trying to wife her I feel like a Mormon And when I get rich I'm going to have midget doormen Don't make me feel important It's a hard knock life, ask Jay-Z Or Annie the orphan, don't make me bring out the Italian Start extorting, park your Porsche and take your keys Because if these kids were like we were Then your fucking kush is going to be gone for sure I caught them slipping at the gas station All they saw, was the car's big ass shake And after that we were half baked, like Dave Chapelle We were raised in hell How'd I turn so bad? I was raised so well No paper trail I didn't write this down, I'm an Adidas man No Nike town, my eyes are brown I'm really 5'7 but I say I'm 5'8 Now you can vibrate and go fuck yourself And all these other boxers better tighten their belts It's Roachy Balboa bitch, Roachy Balboa I'm not a villain, but I gotta kill them These other rappers are really not appealing Somebody gotta tell them I'mma lay back, in a Giants or A's hat Always rep where I'm paged at A Bay beast, ain't nothing going to change that Or rearrange that My brain where the flame at And you can't buy the same cap, you gonna get chain snatched Where my pain pills? I really couldn't tell you how being the same feels Or wood grain feels But I will when I get my deal, you can trust that Fuck with it, or get the fuck back