Profit

I got three grams in my pocket
Think it's time to go shopping
His and hers on those watches
Don't believe me just watch it
I think of shit and I cop it
I think of shit and I jot it
DT is coming up these letters mean that I profit..

I got three grams in my pocket
Think it's time to go shopping
His and hers on those watches
Don't believe me just watch it
I think of shit and I cop it
I think of shit and I jot it
DT is coming up these letters mean that I profit..

When I get in the zone, I don't get to the phone
Holding these bars to your neck and your dome
Fuck a producer, success on my own
Fuck with Medusa, your heads on the floor
All these new rappers neglecting the flow
I'm custom made from my head to my toe
Call me Ric Flair, put your head in a choke
Crashing in rooms til I'm next to the Doors
Calling up Jim on the days I need more..
Choking you out I'm extending the cord
Remember the days when I whipped an Accord?
When I blow up, I'm expecting a Porsche.. Expecting a Benz
You'll never see what I see with my lense..
Head on your doormat and head from her friend
Art Donatello, I'm shredder than them and I'm better than them

I got three grams in my pocket
Think it's time to go shopping
His and hers on those watches
Don't believe me just watch it
I think of shit and I cop it
I think of shit and I jot it
DT is coming up these letters mean that I profit..

I got three grams in my pocket
Think it's time to go shopping
His and hers on those watches
Don't believe me just watch it
I think of shit and I cop it
I think of shit and I jot it
DT is coming up these letters mean that I profit..

Who do you think that you fooling?
I do this I go Bobby Boosh it.. I aim at medulas
I'm on Sarah Marshall, I'm saying it's booshit..
Can't fuck with me period.. that means you won't do shit (douche it)
Killin' these rappers new mood today
Called shoot and spray, no Hoobastank
No Kunta K, go boomaye
They'll lose a space and get moved to space
I'm cutting the ribbon, you losing the race
I show up I'm stealing your shoes at your wake
I don't feel regret I don't move in that way
I'm Brucie the Barber, we're shootin' the fade..
Brucie the Barber, we're shootin' the fade..
Fill my head up with lyrics, I'm lettin' it bleed
Give me what I need, she drop to her knees
You thinkin' of gossip, I'm thinkin' of greed
Thinkin' of weed, I'm thinkin' of trees
Some rappers like to go say it's their dream..
I say reality, lettin' it scream..
Up in the mornin' I'm whippin' a corvette.. I'm whippin the porches
See Dad in an orbit, I'm hoping I morph it on some metamorphis
On some metaphorics, I'm wrappin' my old lady's hand in a corsette
They hoping I forfeit.. I hope I force it right in their endorphins
Til I whip a foreign.. I look at my life and I bet that it's gorgeous
I'm not satisfied til I get on the Forbes List, and left on a tour it's..
Gotta be something more to this..

I got three grams in my pocket
Think it's time to go shopping
His and hers on those watches
Don't believe me just watch it
I think of shit and I cop it
I think of shit and I jot it
DT is coming up these letters mean that I profit..

I got three grams in my pocket
Think it's time to go shopping
His and hers on those watches
Don't believe me just watch it
I think of shit and I cop it
I think of shit and I jot it
DT is coming up these letters mean that I profit..