I hop on this bitch and all you fuckers in trouble

I came here to body like I jumped in a rumble

That 40 go pow but you still get this knuckleYo girl in my crib and you know she unbuckle

I′m digging her out like I came with a shovel

She getting this piece like I'm doing a puzzle

These rappers be soft all they do is just mumble

They selling they soul and they claim that that humble

So I keep about 2 and you know they a couple

They shooting they shots and you know they ain′t missing

They hit in you're mouth and you guys be kissing

I be in that shit like these feigns keep mixing

These drugs

But I don't do that

I be wavey like I put on a du rag

I live in the Stu cause I′m chasing da bag

Dunk on these beats like Shaq did way back

I′m Kobe with 8 and 2-3 like Lebron

I be wet with these buckets you know that it's on

I be blowing up nigga you think ima bomb

100s and 50s all up in my pocket

Puss niggas talking I run up with rocket

I′m spitting shit that is very so toxic

Been in the game and I'm making a profit

GIM up but you down like a comet

We coming up next like someone with vomit

Gucci mixed with the Louie supreme

Securing the bag yeah I iced out the team

Fuck with the squad you get hit with the beam

Lay a nigga down like he off of the lean

Yo girl in my bed she catching this cream

They call this the land of enchantment

Funny cuz it′s meth labs and cactus

Albs notorious for crackheads

Errbody edgy due to addicts

Dudes still carrying automatics

I'm steady rappin, it′s no antics

No actin, selectin statik

This that brown magic

Step to me, Tim will leave the mood tragic

Ready to shoot he don't need practice

Straight from the hip it's reaction

Take off yo roof then we dashin

Calm but I will do some damage

Socks wit the birks that′s my fashion

Spiritual dude n I′m tapped in

Riding this wave got a crew full of captains

Ten toes on this ship it won't be abandoned

Young little pup but im going to the top

Ganna be getting like way too much guap

Delivering bars and they coming non-stop

Secure me a bag and then imma pop

Bringing the fire like a fucking napalm

Yea I′m blowing up, like a fucking A bomb

Spittin this shit and there ain't no comp

We blasting in the speakers like the intercom

We flying like a plane now they all wanna come

Me and GIM yea we banging like a drum

Yea we be having fun making all you look dumb

If I was a dad that means you all my sons

Bars so cold bet you thought i had the flu

Whole team on the beat... And these dreams coming true

Going in motion we shooting for the stars

Making loony tunes like some fucking monstars

Timmy be grinding boutta cop a double R

Cypher 1 complete, and you know that shit went hard

All I do is make the speakers knock

In the Stu instead of the block

Time the only thing that we got

Each day another tick tock

So I disperse the crack rock

With the vibrations ands sounds

Lyrical Blet best pound for pound

Always keep ten on the ground

Going in motion I built that

Poetry found in the filth rap

Over heads no headscratch

Itching for some more cash

Helping the ones who collect scrap

As well as the ones who raised me

Not to be lazy not to be shady

But to eat these beats so tasty

Heatin yeast crumbling pastries

Thank god this was placed in

My life cause music saved me

My voice ferments barley

To stumble the affect left

From my bars see

Or the stool tummy queasy

Talkin my shit I′m releasing bl.E.T bl.E.T