First Degree

(Intro)
Feeling like I’m Berry Gordie
Matter fact I’m very Gotti
You can call me Toni Gaudi
Bitch’s getting very naughty
Just you at your pity party
Tired of the chitter chatter
I’ve been playing snakes and ladders
Y’all bout to be very sorry

(Verse 1)
I’m bout to
Wipe your whole catalogue
I’m Pac on ketamine
I’m Nasir on some adderall
Y’all been getting so soft
Long pause
Double back and I pick em off
Bitch I’m on point like Spock
On point like I’m John Stock
Never bend, I never fold
Put a hole through your whole bourgeois
Since hoping up out the sand
Been needing a whole box
Since building buildings from blocks
Been needing a whole lot
Better read my lips, on the road to rich, every bitch gone flip
Get it crystal clear, my words are clips, get pistol whipped
Homie gonna tat a tear, when I spit my shit, when I drop my jewels
Shorty gonna pop that top, gimme sloppy slop
Before she drop me, then top me off in here dorm room
Don’t stop better watch, I’m on soon
Don’t skip get hit, on a false move
Just pass me by like Pharcyde
I spill this ink like Cartoon
I’m hitting green, like par fives
Man, all I see is blue moons
Splitting cigars, sipping liquor
In the middle, of a, typhoon
Imma mean mugger, I burn suckers
And Churn butter, wish rapper wood man
I know deserve lumber
Had an insatiable hunger
Cooking up jams like Smuckers
Bout to murder the game
I give you a whole summer

(Chorus)
I’m convinced
I’m Atticus finch
I’m Marshawn Lynch
05, 4th quarter
Tayshaun Prince
Premeditated my steps
Strategized all the best
Ways to compromise
And ostracize all your threats
I’m climbing the hill Lauryn
Exploring valleys and peaks
Bout to kill all of that noise
Think I’m poised to be
The greatest since a kid
In the mirror reciting my plea
I must confess I planned to kill
The game to the first degree

(Verse 2)
Better read my lips, the face of a pimp
Bout to run a muck, bout to run a lap
Put a battery pack, and a kitty cat, up on my dick
Bout to walk with a limp, bout to make a plate
Gonna need a safe, just for my safe
Time to walk the walk, time to talk the talk
Put your bitch ass back up in your place
Set my pace, make a mark
Pushing down, all the trees
Pump my breaks, put my face
On business cards, or limousines
Or a baseball teams, or the good year blimp
Or a brand bag of weed, to give me lift
Or the trampoline, or the gasoline
Or a magazines with extendo clip so I can
Pop pop up in the fader
Drop tops off in Decatur
Talk that talk with greatest
Always pop off in the latest
Wait till I get my payment
Then imma take my
Mama, Poppa, Nana
Pop Pops out to Grenada
Wave hi out to my haterz
Old friend they didn’t wait up
So glad that they gonna hate us
Now they gone wait for hiatus
Better save the lip, save the bit
For some else, word of mouth
Word about you is out
Going broke, saying that
You getting rich
Shut your mouth, Or get it zipped
Don’t you slip, what about
Out my aim, need a mill
In my name, popping off, populate
Pop my top, pop my tape
Pop your thoughts, polonate
Hit a switch and turn your pops, into your moms
And turn your moms, Into my bitch
Pop your pussy, pop your tits
(Cough cough cough)
Watch my lips, make me rich
Hoping off like B Rabbit
And Popa Doc at the Shelter bitch
I’m calculated, this calculus
Count your blessings, you count to six
You count your cards, you count your bars
You counted out, you counterfeit
Countless times

(Outro)
Hey guys, can you guys shut the hell up?
What the heck is happening downstairs?
I got to get up five in the morning
Somebody gotta pay the bills, you guys don’t fucking pay the bills
Nobody fucking work in this house
I’m the one who fucking work
I gotta get up five in the morning
Shut the fuck up you guys, come on