[Intro]
Yeah
I'm feelin' good
I'm feelin' real fuckin' good, ayy
[Verse 1]
I've been on time-out since kindergarten
Doc tested me for crazy, I was in the margin
Couple marijuana plants growin' in my garden
Throw some kratom in my waters when I'm sippin' on 'em
And I be killin' everything up on my John Wick
Trust me, motherfucker, you don't really want this
Got a little blonde chick who's Nicki Minaj thick
To my side like I'm starrin' in a Bond flick, cut through the conflict
Like a hot knife through some Land O'Lakes
So you could dissect my words and annotate
But you could never find a weak spot, I got that Heat Rock
And we pullin' up, better slam those brakes
Until the fat lady sing on Broadway
Don't know how much that broad weigh, but she hit them acapellas all day
A renegade, part Shady and part Jay
And part Tasmanian devil, raisin' hell in the hallways
I'm takin' it over, I heat 'em up just like the brave little toaster
Until the fuckin' day that I'm sober
Mary Jane in my bowl loaded with a whole 'nother O
Of this dope that I'm rollin', 'cause baby, that's the way of the stoner
I got a hundred proof in my cup with some juice
And I get fuckin' loose, shit, it runs in my roots
I go hard, poppin' Cialises up in the booth
Killin' shit because it's somethin' to do
[Chorus]
I got my Colt 45 and my Zig-Zag rolled
Turn my speakers on high 'til my tweeters are blown
I'll be losin' my mind in my smoked out zone
Grind it, roll it, light it, smoke it, hold it in, now get stoned
[Verse 2]
Webby goin' sick a lot, someone get a Penicillin shot
Encephalitis that's mixed with a little chickenpox
They can't keep up with the massive amount of shit I drop
I'ma need a bigger litter box
And I'll crash the Porsche right up into the packin' store
Take everything, dip, come back and ask for more
A motherfucker, why you think your mom and dad divorced?
Snoop Dogg in Baby Boy, I'ma smash your fort
I'm kickin' over the cushion, so with the flow I've been cookin'
They've been bumpin' this shit from Poland to Brooklyn
But I'll be up on a beach in Connecticut on a stroll with your woman
She be bendin' over in front of me when she know that I'm lookin'
I know that I shouldn't, but I just got an appetite
For that ass in tight pants, it just grabs my sight
And when she told me I'm talented and my tracks are tight
I'm like, "Yeah, no shit, bitch"
I know my rapping's nice, shit, I've been doin' this shit half my life
You shitty rappers need to pass the mic
Yeah, you could say somethin' back but, like, that'd be bad advice
You really don't want me to snap, alright?
The top spots what I'm coming for
Got that magic with the flow, call me Dumbledore
I got the munchies and all you rappers are lookin' like Aqua Teen Hunger Force
You don't want no motherfuckin' war
[Chorus]
I got my Colt 45 and my Zig-Zag rolled
Turn my speakers on high 'til my tweeters are blown
I'll be losin' my mind in my smoked out zone
Grind it, roll it, light it, smoke it, hold it in, now get stoned
