Kundalini

[Intro]
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse]
What's a million? I need something astronomic
Calling Sweet broke? You must be a comic
I don't drink gin but this cup got that tonic
Hope you brought some earmuffs, all these rounds supersonic
You won't catch me making moves that are short of iconic
White as hell and good at rapping, it's sort of ironic
Every thing I say is bomb, I'm atomic with the phonics
Plum tint on the lens but the horns colored onyx
My women used to be flat, now thick hoes give me cuddles
Used to drink flat water, now I sip it with the bubbles
When I lay game on a dame I leave 'em standing in a puddle
Used to freak one on one, now I take 'em in doubles
I'm not a killer, I only murder the yams
Your clique's full of corns, scrubs, burgers, and hams
I'm used to saying pounds, you're used to saying grams
The only club that you ever spent money in was Sam's
Boy, I'll call the chop "Lecter", it'll eat your mans up
The gang call me "Lester", how I plan these scams up
I'll have Hector bend your block in the fucking Ram truck
You wanna talk to your bitch? Let me pull my pants up
Yeah, that bitch sucked my weenie
Pull it out, put it in her kundalini
I'm really Sweet T but if you're dumb, I'm a meanie
Glock with the full mag', I'll dump it in your beanie
The mag' in my gun 'bout long as linguine
I'm not worried about your strap, that bitch is teeny-weeny
I never wished it was different, I'd probably free the genie
Bitch said she don't eat meat? I'ma feed her zucchini
This summer I might change my name to "Mo Bands"
I'll probably take a fight class 'cause I don't got no hands
That's why I pack a piece that'll send you to the lowlands
White with ice in my veins, I'm damn near a snowman
I'm a workaholic and I talk vitriolic
Got a room full of flower, told your bitch come and frolic
I don't cap in my rap, I just speak in hyperbolics
Got a strap in my lap that'll knock off your cowlick
I put hoes under a spell, it's like I fed 'em elixir
If you don't know about Sweet, you should read into the scripture
They need a earthquake booty, like a eight on the Richter
You'll wife a crackhead, talking 'bout, "I can fix her"
You tried to down Sweet but all attempts are futile
I love touching chicken, I might be a zoophile
I been getting bored with rap, I'ma make a new style
Meanwhile your aisle's drying up like the Nile
Pearling 'Woods, blowing Lemon Cherry miasma
Off the Platinum Breeze, this shit's giving me asthma
Big blick on my hip will turn a opp into plasma
Big check in my pocket but it ain't come from FAFSA
I'm a duel-edged sword 'cause I'm book and street smart
You claim to be a crook? You don't even look the part
You're scared of the hook and you're mommy's sweetheart
Your whole clique is candy-ass, y'all be shitting SweeTarts
Bitch, I got it on lock, it's going down like Yung Joc
Whenever Sweet talk I retain the whole flock
You won't catch me sitting down, I'm always on the clock
And I never dropped the ball so pass me the rock