Raising the Bar #7

[Verse]
Let's get it out the way, I gotta say I'm fresh off a body I feel like Drake
Buying bottles for Charlamagne
I change the rules of the game, that's how you wanna play
Don't compete, find a niche, dominate
Had a seed she through hoeing, girl you growing
Came from dirt but branched out, her roots showing
I only needed a few moments, got you open
Brain massages and pinot noir the truth soak in
Hate to drive it in the ground how I dig her out
Shit I hit her crib and bounce, drive through, in and out
She figured how I only hit her when I'm in the town
Cut from a different cloth, hit and get the linen towel
Rinse and then I'm dipping out, biggest in the city now
Buzzing off of liquor, buzzing off the shit I'm spitting out
Fuck it I'ma flip the style, duffle full of 50 thou'
Flipping pounds, smuggled in the bucket that I'm whipping now
Humble but I'll prolly flip it, stubborn wit' a cocky image
Music is the vehicle the trunk'll fit a body in it
Dog I give a fuck about a critic
I'm Ali when he fought with Liston, shadowboxing Riddick when he lost to Lennox
I'm married to the game I don't got a mistress
So get the fuck up out the ring if you not committed
If you lucky when I'm done you'll get sloppy seconds
Squad talking dead presidentials if we politicking
Shit get violent I don't get my dough
Ain't no smiling I don't get it like an inside joke
On the outside looking in, I don't dick-ride though
I do this all day, every verse six times fo'
The pen game got me out here flipping bricks like O's, the cane on me
Somethin' how a pimp might stroll
Fuck it when I choke, bitch I don't
They tried to slit my throat until the Swiss knife broke, whoa
Price a zip, buy and flip, my entire clique, fire spit, on some 'fuck the world' since y'all riding dick
Life's a bitch, treat it like a lick
Ready to die I'm Walter White lighting cigs that are ricin dipped
My album charted it would crash the market
That shit crazy half retarded, I'm scatterbrained and absent-hearted
Stash a carcass in a magic carpet, clap a cartridge
Them sticks with the drums banging like Travis Barker
Living like I can't die, this the last ride
The flow on stand by, yeah it's that fly
Grew up poor and never asked why, mad pride mixing peanut butter in the ramen call it pad thai
They done woke a sleeping giant and they can't hide
If they sleeping on me then meet Freddy it ain't Fab 5
Waveriders get baptized then hand-dried
Ya' flash drive get flash-fried when it's transcribed
I was, buying shit from my mans
But justice is blind wit' a iron fist for a hand
DA said 10 years I threw a wrench in his plans
Said when pigs fly then put them lying pigs on the stand
Yeah, locked up over weight, feel like muscle spasms
I don't understand this, when Geechi goes away
I just pray that's more motivation that he coming back with
Told him long as he home in time for Summer Madness