Cycle

[Verse 1: Pick]
If you a fiend for euphoria, my flow cleaner than Oxi
There’s Percs of Percoset right, we hurtin' em so affirmative
Flown through turbulence, I guess its servin' me like
I got a fork and a knife, my mind stirs when I’m fried
I saw two birds in the sky when I was stoned
I got deferred for a while, I shoulda known
She was irkin' and flirtin', flippant and trippin' and fallin'
In feelings, now she feelin' like she alone
And now I think of myself in a different league
She on the sidelines of the minors wit a hell of a team
Sentenced me to like seven months of somethin' obscene
You see what I mean when I say that she prefer the vet
Never mind that, just a dime bag makin' my rhymes whack
I’m high as a hi hat, tappin' ass more than an iPad (damn)
Game locked, plus my chain long like a fatty acid
Throw the finger to the white house while sippin' Sammy Adams
Im not cold hearted, I’m icy
Plus, your bag of blow look like a slight breeze
Bought her some Adidas, but she only wants Nikes
We show up to my uncle’s bar wit fake ID's
I code arrays, and after I take my array of blunts
Call me a pyromaniac, when I’m lightin' em up
Call me a Quaker when I’m spicin' it up
Call me a chef when I’m slicin' it up, on your gram likin' it up
And I might slide if I like you enough
And if I do, kick back as I’m typin' it up
Ironically I’m getting high for the low (sinnin')
By 21 I hope that I can atone, but
I just toked more tree than trig
Who said my sine’s whack, pray they plea the fifth

[Verse 2: NxG]
This beat kinda too fast
But watch me turn it to a Rodney King master piece
Beat the beat like you pussies will prolly beat your meat tonight
Playing like a symphony
Y'all need to get with it
XPick ambassadors to dope shit
Fresh off the magic school bus and that's the cannabis
So if you cannot stomach us, then do not come around as we start acting up
Ms. Frizzle's had enough of our bent and out of shape rhymes
While she matching em with dime baggies on the rags to riches grind
Look, I stage my own interventions
Momma still tripping like there's rope and she slipping up
Lil nigga matched Pick with the verse
Most of y’all niggas cotton soft
Pick cotton, claiming your shit is hot like slave back - doubt it
When it comes to tic tac, X em off, minty fresh
Rapping harder than passing a drug test after interludes of blunt first word to the sentence
Check it, oh shit
How the fuck he do that?
Cleaning up my shitty act like a janitor on the Aftermath of a Clan member on my back
This a clash of them
For this class act, got Dre knocking on my door, he wanna hear me rap
My rhymes is sicker than diseases of the Chronic type
Got no plan for curing them, so Doctor’s out the door, bye
I’ll see him later when it’s time to pay the rent on the
Cars I been whipping
The bars I been spitting that got these niggas mentally tripping
Like the incision when I cut the check
Toddler with writtens - your shit it kitten soft
Always asking questions, like "how my shit a molotov?"
I’m the fucking bomb - you should’ve heard of me nigga
When I was green you probably shouldve tried to murder me, nigga
I’ve been popping off like top off the Behr Paint
Smear the paper with the ink
This that new Saint Brick on the block
My niggas keep it pushing like a shopping cart
Hark the Angels singing when the burners get to ringing BLAT