​a loser’s pace

[Intro]
Ok, Let me see if I remember how this shit goes
Microphone check!

[Verse]
Yeah, tight as fuck like a facelift
I could've been great but I smoked myself braindead
I’m not a train so I don't choose if I don't have to
A glass full is two halves, that’s why I have two
I like my bread with the butter, that's a bank roll
Iconic shit, LL Cool J with a Kangol
Heavyweight, only compete with professionals
Got a job, punched the clock, fucked up off of edibles (I'm high as hell)
Mach 5 take the top back (Yah)
Speedracer on the highway, Waze app where thе cops at?
Gotta keep the shoes light 'cuz my foots is heavy
Flowеrs on your grave, masked up sitting on a Chevy
Wouldn't give me flowers so I had to grow my own
I am not a rapper I'm a botanist, bitch it's the apocalypse
What that paper do, it's just politic
Hollow tip, splatter on the wall like Jackson Pollock did
No smoke, won’t you show them where the coffin is
Scatter all my ashes in the woods when I depart this bitch
What you think that working smarter is?
I burn the bank down, baby I’m an arsonist
I wear many hats and still fry the mastering
Clip God, no limit to this shit, shouts out Master P
Head spinning, do a somersault
I'm flipping out, what’s my name, who the fuck you thought?
(Who the fuck you thought this was?)
(Clipaholics)
(No like that shit's actually on fire. Oh shit, ooooh f***!)