Listen to ambitions ain't no 'can I kick it'
No time for cankicking when the southern boyz spit it,
It's the top notch soldier,
My raps are, rich like Oprah,
she hates hiphop, so what?
president obama came to visit my momma two weeks after the osama attacked us with bombs
He took a black bucket of paint, blacked out most of my face, blacked out what I wanted to say,
I write a rhyme every other day,
my coffee keep me up and awake,
I'll bust rhymes because I wanna be great, b4 it's too fake and too late,
Before my destiny meets fate, like chamillionaire's many mixtapes
I never stereotype it, it might be a sound burial tonight if I catch you on a karoaoke mic,
Clipin' my whiskers handling my mobster business,
Call up your witness,
Nas and Jay-Z might spit this encrypted written code,
All tabulated below, amidst beats and notes that lil wayne wrote,
Pardon tha poor pauper with nothing to offerr from his coffer, coughing up a mouthful of volcanic sulphor,
I'm walking down the altar, hand to hand with my father in law's daughters that's my high value tarrget
Dont get pitch forked of orbit,
Pause it ,wait, rewind what I recorded, see if the eye caught it,
Five oh clock in the morning, cup of coffe boilin, who's pourin?
Who needs lyrics? who's callin?
No time for cankicking when the southern boyz spit it,
It's the top notch soldier,
My raps are, rich like Oprah,
she hates hiphop, so what?
president obama came to visit my momma two weeks after the osama attacked us with bombs
He took a black bucket of paint, blacked out most of my face, blacked out what I wanted to say,
I write a rhyme every other day,
my coffee keep me up and awake,
I'll bust rhymes because I wanna be great, b4 it's too fake and too late,
Before my destiny meets fate, like chamillionaire's many mixtapes
I never stereotype it, it might be a sound burial tonight if I catch you on a karoaoke mic,
Clipin' my whiskers handling my mobster business,
Call up your witness,
Nas and Jay-Z might spit this encrypted written code,
All tabulated below, amidst beats and notes that lil wayne wrote,
Pardon tha poor pauper with nothing to offerr from his coffer, coughing up a mouthful of volcanic sulphor,
I'm walking down the altar, hand to hand with my father in law's daughters that's my high value tarrget
Dont get pitch forked of orbit,
Pause it ,wait, rewind what I recorded, see if the eye caught it,
Five oh clock in the morning, cup of coffe boilin, who's pourin?
Who needs lyrics? who's callin?