i whip my heron with milk all my boxers be silk you pussy niggas should chill we keep the city on tilt i put on for my wolves down for my area code we hit a lick you go to prison gotta bury your dope respected highly my nigga joey i e my nigga so high with my niggas selassie ahi my nigga i recite only lethal yet i m labelled a poet i get high in the cathedral and i feel so important how i m popping them bands you man just won t stop i fucked her in france came out on top if she wanted a bite if she named the spot but me being the boss i took her straight to wingstop they itching they itching they itching for that paper my fingers they itching they itching for that paper riding round the city and i got that calculator i m a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper2