I'm not your normal kind of rap In the building where the subtle scent of crack Fiends off the foil I smoke shit from out the soil oil, the name Bronson, no Arroyo Barbecues get with EBT Cards and sea, the air, 3 stars Till gold plates get made on arrival The got me spinning like a gyro Take the high road, poppy seeds from Aaron style: I'm here to take the title Rock a Maz Dog cause every is viral To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze spinal
(Smoke this motherfucking weed quick, hold on I'mma get to you in a minute)
"Darling, let me lay Darling, let me lay let me lay beside you Kiss my burning lips you"
Dennis Byrd shit, china Leave your fur split, dig pockets Then she'll your earth Even if she's seven days away from birth Ruthless, she'll catch you for your and your purse Lamb roasting over wood-fire, extend the olive Since the 90s been rocking hundred-dollar pants Fifty-dollar drugs linger in my Put the lighter to the plastic, the sealant for the top
'Cause we from the heights, you know I copped the Puto Tried to put it in the pussy, slid it in the Damn, that's the route Now I gotta knee her in the so it falls out a deep breath Ancient knowledge like the up in the Nile tiles in the kitchen cause I'm wyling Tryna cop a chain say you styling Only chain of interest in the water made of
"Darling, let me lay Darling, let me lay Darling let me lay you Kiss my burning about you"
Wild world we living in I smoke got the subtle hint a cinnamon My mind twisted the Absinthe You can Flushing for my accent So much more than You fucking the captain Jeter Salmon on the You ain't do the job, and then they calling a Me, Dennis Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of I'm 'bout that Large stocks, a palm Glock, box beards, knee draped in sports drop Loafer pressing on the heavy doggie cause my leg is made of metal Often with the devil Shapeshifter, shaking with hands fresher than Maine clams Making money every day, it's been the motherfucking plan tan during the winter laid in beige sand