40 Yard Dash

I'm sprinting to the money
I hope I got a fast 40 time
All I know is I got a flow that's as hot as summertime
And a buncha rhymes, that's known to baffle minds
And old school style, yeah I shop when I travel time
Eat these rappers, no doubt that I'm a carnivore
Find a whore and give her pipe the size of a dinosaur
Haha, that's sure to leave her kinda sore
But guarentee tomorrow she will be back for more
Got ya girlie twerking fast, giving me whiplash
I get cash, go to the mall and spend it quick fast
You hatin' niggas out here makin' death threats
My biggest concern is which chick I'mma smash next
We get racks, swipe black cards and cash checks
Go far with bad broads and have sex
Audamars, convertible cars and iced necks
About my currency, so you know I'm jet set
YBD's the click, yeah you know we rep that
Till I'm in the grave, sleepin' in my death bed
Even then I throw the sign from the heavens
Ya head gassed up like 7-11
Uh, I'm the best out, most certainly
Nothing you haters ever doin' is really hurtin me
I just make your girlfriend get on her knees
Then I get at them lips like Burt's Bee's
You niggas gayer than 8 guys blowin 9 guys
Me and money go together like chemicals, cyanide
I'm on my big shh, yeah, horse flies
Why lie? I'm the prince like cyhi
You throwin' shots but your aim is terrible you have no hope
Bet you couldn't even hit the ocean from a boat
I'm 15 with lyrical charisma that is twice my age
Lyrics got you lost, yeah you trapped in a lyrical maze
Camo shorts on, general, major payne
Ballin' on these niggas, pass me the gatorade
Turning to the darkside I only see shades of grey
I'm makin' cake, debate your fate, I put in work on labor day
The k will spray, you'll die today
Life is priceless, but you losing it is the price you gotta pay, aye