AC/DC

He's madly gifted
Like bags on Christmas
My daddy christian
They mad and kicking
Like bratty infants
But that's a given
I'm sad they tripping
But I keep ticking like bad ignitions
I keep ripping these flows up
Like I'm mad at Christmas
It's so terrific
Magnificent
When I get it fast
Kicking it
Where'd it hit you at
Checking it
Like it hit you bad
Then tell that boy don't act feminine
Take that hit like black gentlemen
Had to school these rap citizens
They been skipping class
What the heck they on (yeah)
They dress like they mama (yeah)
I'm just way too grown (yeah)
My dress code way too proper (yeah)
My dress code way too popping (yeah)
I'm dressed down to the soul (yeah)
You should call my father (yeah)
My God can put you on (yeah)
I got that put you on (yeah)
One hit gon get you gone (yeah)
Keep lighters in your pocket (yeah)
This ain't that Cheech and Chong (yeah)
Ag2G got options (yeah)
You versus me be cautious (yeah)
My angels in the zone (yeah)
My VIP be watching (yeah)
Watching (yeah)
Watching (yeah)
Watching (yeah yeah)
These the ones that guard the garden (yeah)
Be conscience (yeah yeah)
Flow so wet no Fiji though
This that gas on diesel though
Hear me out like speakerphone
Boy I just B-I-N-GO
Woah
Out in KC
With the family
Then the westside
Feeling friendly
Going all out
Til my plane leave
And then I touchdown
In Miami
Woah
I got favor with me (Woah)
And my savior with me (Woah)
Why they playing with me (Woah)
I'm just staying busy (Woah)
Energy be off the wall
Boy that's that AC/DC (Woah)
Want that word
I hook you up like it's that cable TV
I got Christ
I got life
I got vision
I got sight
I'm forgiven
I got right
I'm the light
I'm the type
To get with it
I get hype
When I'm right
On this mic
Stop your tripping
Don't you gripe
Just get with it
Don't you fight
Hope you know I'm bout to flow
With an overdose of dopamine
With an open throat and spew this bro
Okee dokes from coast to coast
They brag and boast about they nines
And about the drugs
And about the dough
That is so wack
I'm bringing it back to really raw rap
I'm snapping on tracks
And giving it back to all these folks
Now you know this ain't no joke
You doing the most
I'm finna go postal off in my zone
Every follicle inside of me gotta be following my father
When I get to wrecking Imma chop this dude
You don't really wanna be stepping in front of me
I got a little bit of company when I walk through
Everybody talking about they packing a semi-automatic
I don't never gotta pack no tool
All I gotta do is call on my father
It's fully automatic
I don't never gotta act a fool
Acting up
Acting tough
Gonna get you packaged up in the back of the Acura
After the enemy attacking ya
He gon laugh at ya
That's a disaster
But you don't gotta act a nut and grab the gun
Jesus of Nazareth got another path for ya
Now that's what's up