Katy perry in this ***** call it pop time
 Automatic call block, never hit the hotline
 Talk time zero on the mobile or the cell bricks
 House made of rap money never had to sell bricks
 We ain’t with that Evian or TED talk
 This that 110 degrees where the dead walk, south side madras we the s**t till the jigs up
 Only thing we got is a wicket or a sixer, sheesh
 Rock that bata on my feet I’m a beast, got the Vada in my teeth and a ******* cup of tea
 I don’t spill lil homie, pay my bills you don’t know me
 Went from takeout rotis to eating pink eat raw poke
 I pull the pin on y’all, you been-hardknocks
 But now you making eggs for your kids while I been on call with labels
 Been gone for two-three months my lady love my brown skin
 I been cooking while y’all still not thawed goddamn
 (This is where the hook goes)
 They said they want that rough S**t yeah I give em some son
 Legendary trashman, rappers in my tum tum
 Marathon run s**t
 I be on my gump, son
 Do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones
 Yeah I make a lumpsum
 I don’t need a handout I ain’t hit a slump once
 This that wave wave hi and then dump them
 Ride the wave way high and then run them
 Never had a day job
 I ain’t suitable for cubicles
 Instead I’m giving 16 bites with 5 cuticles
 The set I’m in is silk sheet pillows and not the usual
 You’re celibate, your **** be crying at all the funerals
 I’m this guy:
 Seen in the east of the Pasadena region
 from being a blip w a visa scheming I dipped, dived in it
 Now I’m I’m legally lethal and brick by, brick
 I been beating em like these rappers beating they women
 Over the head,
 Idon’t make Ms
 But I don’t bank empty
 Shout to my dogs, beating the odds
 How they gone make ends meet?
 I don’t got Gods, I gotta problem
 I gotta whole lot of problems
 I Walk in a room full of women they put up the wet floor caution sign
 They want that "finer things in life s**t
 On my Guy Fierri, dine her, drive inside that ****
 **** it I’m a dive in
 Hair stay wavy like I’m Tony the tiger
 I’m ************* vibrant
 They said they want that rough S**t yeah I give em some son
 Legendary trashman, rappers in my tum tum
 Marathon run s**t
 I be on my gump, son
 Do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones
 Yeah I make a lumpsum
 I don’t need a handout I ain’t hit a slump once
 This that wave wave hi and then dump them
 Ride the wave way high and then run them