MG track lit
Verse:1
Have a sip of liquor you'll feel real woozy
Cruisin in a poor mans cadillac and not
Choosy
Got the whole crew in the back of this all
Black cadillac
His blunder was misshapen, try stay on
Track
Chicks walk past you, cos they arent in
Your luck
Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug
It does not encourge the ones that don't
Give a fuck
Im lights out pull the plug you should feel
Me like a thug
I was told I wasn't about the thug life
But nigga don't ride my dick when im on
That high rise
Hook:2x
Smoke a blunt, feel lit, vibe to this shit and
Lay
I would call you gay, but it would just be
Like an ordinary day
It looks more lush than my britches tush
Sorry but imma have to push the point
And they pushed me to my point I said
Fuck livin life rolled me a joint
And if your not lit then your a fucking
Faggot
Im back and on track, you'll be packed in a
Sack or casket
Verse: 2
420 sparks up fire
Run out as I watched him fly higher
Going up on the mic
But when I jizzed she wouldn't lick
You could be better but you're a poor liar
Rap master g.o.g spits hot fire
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, im the
Rap tsar
Kind of rapper that can make my reportory
Look like a ballad
Plan on killing rap with a mac in my
Backstrap
I got the revolution, flawless execution
Criple with delusion
You look hypnotized by the fact I can
Write such wicked lines
So when I play the verse you will stay
Immersed like your brain is merged with mines