Mam, take me to where the bars is at Take me to the street where the bars is at J.I.D, DJ Drama, let's get it
Ok, I'm mounted up (Huh) High off the ground, watch me count it up Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh) Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? Look at me now, I done found me some
Treasure inside the trash Sever my hands reaching Through the metal and glass It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness Give me your hands Give me passion, anything that Could equal some satisfaction Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle Looking for pub', let me pen your next album Call from above, tell me kid You been allowed to point it to re-emerge Kicking lyrics in the South, no issue Wipe that drizzle off your mouth It's time to wake up the house Y'all niggas been playing Skins vs. Blouses I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out Always keep your word, homie Ya'll don't know nothing else I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis My shoes suede, but don't fuck with no Elvis I'm from the era of real shit, kill-or-be-killed shit Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms You niggas killin' me thinkin' you ill as me What's shit to an enema, enemy? Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome
Fuck, hey, I'm mounted up (Huh) High off the ground, watch me count it up (Look) Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh) Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? (Yeah) Look at me now I done found me a
Method to all the madness Checkin' my back, checkin' my hands Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and balancin' Hard work, callouses Gripping the challenge by the cabbage And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a factor Murder the-murder the game, kill it Metaphysical living, deranged vision Not a typical picture, the same limit But I'm limited edition, I change prisms Am I trippin', a nigga be trippin' I'm feelin' like most of you niggas be slippin' I'm giving you tips and a nigga just went with it flippant Not sayin' you stupid, but hella reminiscent 'Nother them stupid niggas, what they do to niggas Kill or shoot a nigga (Die!) Then recruit a nigga, boot or suit a nigga Send em to the other side Is you gon' buckle up for the ride? Niggas is fuckin' tough till its buckin' time Bet they motherfuck, better buckle down 'Cause I'm coming up nigga, hella mounted Know my name cross hella counties (Hey J.I.D, hey) What's up shawty? Been around the world, ooh yeah Let me tell you 'bout it Keep your shit cool, melancholy Keep your tool, shit, met a baller Get some money, niggas jealous So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies Post robberies, another dead nigga no problem You happy 'cause we doin' your job I'm pulling everybody's hole card I never play with le boy toys I was busy inside of laboratories Lookin' out the window like a labrador To the bullshit I'm a matador In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war Send 'em forward, fifty more, plenty more Gimme more, see me Lord After me, no before he became See me boy, see these boys all need CPR To be remorse For these meteors, it's just me recording
