What you know about the m, what you know about the v
As I roll through the streets like a g
It's a opel, but I just drove with the windows open
no token
So it's dirty, looking like a atv
Bumping slim shady lp
Not a usb, got the real cd
Motherfucker gotcha papa stop and staring at me
I ain't catching no speed, I ain't catching no chick
but I just bought me some green... monster energy
See, thought I was going to say weed
I ain't doing that, but please feel free
roll and smoke around me
Cause I'm catching my buzz
of that double dose of caffeine
May seem like I'm going crazy
but all I do is roll around or stay inside my room daily
But don't you worry about it baby
this is hiphop, bitch what
Rapping rappers to ashes and fap
to ladies doing crisscross

Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't fuck aroud)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like monroe
(I don't fuck around)

Yeah, I'm still at it, like wow
I keep on pushing and abusing every line that I throw
Into a rap record, ass wrecker, mad chicken
Past-checker, that's second, I get a rash
Your raggety ass, better be glassed
never be tapped, making me laugh
Every dash of gas that I smashed up into my tank fast
Just to bone, now I won't even loan
You a few bucks for the bus
Fuck out my zone
Guess you gotta go suck another trucker or so
Yeah fall in love with a motherfucker you hoe
Back on my own, got a new address on my phone
Tryna find her house
cause we about to ride to this song, oh
Cause I was brought up on yela and slim
Rittz and pac, tech n9ne, not to mention hopsin
So now they got a viking trying to spit like them
Tryna provide a style of rhymes
combined with the kings and him
I'm a prince

Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't fuck aroud)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like monroe
(I don't fuck around)


If you look at my status
The saddest rapper
A savage, the planet added a sadist
There's so much static in attic
I gotta balance my baggage
And I'mma shatter these rappers
Because I had it with maggots
They tryna brag like the baddest
But I got the pad with the fattest
I got the rap with the maddest madness
The manic panic is tragic but magic to classics
And I put acid on plastic
Harassing these faggots sporadic
Who happens to be catching a habit
Of not practice
And nah, I ain't sarcastic
I ain't no bastard
When I say suck gas and then swallow a matchstick
Tryna follow apollo 11 to heaven
Forgetting your level ain't fettle, better settle
No pedal to metal, you battle a rebel
with a medal from devile

A letter, telling me to boil every g-boy in a kettle
It's the truth that I'm rapping
Just a dude with no platinum
Third verse, hat trick, I'm still at it and laughing (haha)

Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't fuck around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't fuck around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't fuck aroud)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like monroe
(I don't fuck around)