Cadillac gold in my mother fuckin' mouth Cocaine, gold chain on my vertebrae All them niggas that be hatin' watch what they say I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the Me, my notepad, Jane, sticky pot Ticks from the clock, so it means I get to stop I be in the studio pacing, for this shit to drop wish whether we flop Divac Flock to me a boombox, every fucking 2 knocks I see you running ya chops, it up and get chopped Bag 'em up, he off the bitch I'm at the Bitch I'm at the beach, (oh) I'm at the beach With a childish flow, that means this is at your reach I'm here to it g , from the (I's) how I see You're here to be a on my d I no ID for you to recognize I my thought, got you petrified, I'm next to die me invisible, and also one mentally fucked (A of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around) Why the got these niggas gotta hate for? I got a lot of shit can't pay for Cooler than the the lakeshore You take six, well I'mma take more I'm like a dick, I go hard, and I get up in your and boguard Niggas waves without the chauffeur I'mma drown ass and take your surfboard (PUSSY!) My shit stink, no cushion Goldberg I beat the Goldberg off my shoulders and keep it moving forward Nigga sat and Madden on the couch, bored Slower, you fuckers goin' nowhere Except for taking Grandma to the Turn the television on and check the And trail like a tail on a horse