Beat

You gotta be present for the moment of momentum

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance

Such a resemblance in the mirror I see a blemish

The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses

As of now, life is tennis at Venice

Such a breeze I can feel it

Rollin up my sleeves, put a little hash in it

Exceeding cash limits, if you got it ain't a bad image

I play the ball, motherfucker - not half a scrimmage

Your gimmicks just mimic cause you do not have an image

I'm sixty seconds past the minute

Cabbage lettuce, cash is fetish in me

I'm grabbin spinach, teah

Heard about a nigga rappin? Yeah, that's just one of my bitches

(I'm) Sellin weed here trappin, that just one of my bitches

Clientele payin taxes, that's how I'm runnin my(/I run my) business

Stay the fuck off of my mattress, they sleepin on us niggaz

Got my own flow, spend my own dough

Drive my own car, fuckin grown hoes

For these four-ohs, for these lil' bros

And my door know, teachers don't know

Vul-ner-able, shoot a porno

Losin wardrobe, your body foreclosed

When the doors closed, the mask of Zorro

Her ass is moreso, a comedy

I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from all of them vomiting

Fuck commenting, I'm committing

Taking off, rocketing while profit pocketing

Hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em king, not fosters out the ring

Boom bada bing, I gotta sing, you should fuckin honor me

All these collard greens, dollar greens

Presidents holla scream, prophesies

Roll up and watch the leaves germinate, regurgitate

First you like it then you love it; third is hate