Tiananmen Square

The Pope don't need to know the O's I've thrown in Rome
My girl don't need to know my net worth in Nazi gold
Vatican bank and a pregnant bitch with abdomen shanks
Roll in Tiananmen Square and just stare at a tank

Stay walking that nefarious plank
Ain't no tryin' to feed G, don't even stick your hand in the tank

I think that dank got shipped to the wrong address
Fucked up my re-up, got back and had to ask Fred
Said I like your stash house, show me around
And then he hit me with some pies like homie the clown

I've been high for ten years, but thanks for smoking me out
That's not coke knuckle-head, that shits supposed to be brown
Duckin' trial, and I reckon they won't catch 'em
Roor Ice Master with the flame polished ice catcher in 'em
Getting smoked up
Tell me if the dope sucks
Then why you pulling over every five minutes to throw up?

Laid the groundwork, the streets was like guidance counselors
And I just call 'em like I seem, like a fight announcer
Ten thousand hours, singing in the shower
Powder up the flounder [?]
Hobo county, double quarter pounder
[?]
With blue cheese and sour, known to give G psychic powers

Been sleeping 'round all these journalistic club promoters
That all be like "GDP, you're dreamy and I'd love to know you long time"
Here's your ticket, it's a long line
The [?] get a whippet, it's like more trouble on your mind

Refuse to lose
Yeah
GDP

Refuse to lose
Mr. DNA
DOS4G uh

Refuse to lose
Here's your ticket