Dolph Lundgren

[Verse 1] Trust ain’t ever been my strongest attribute, uh I’m not tripping, I’m just doing what I have to do This rapping blues, it just comes natural, you jacking, fool I’m too valuable to be hanging around you dudes, uh Don’t let this silky soft skin fool ya My heart is cooler than winters in Vancouver Pull the Grand Coupe up, it’s brand new like Grand Puba I keep good shooters, we like the Indiana Hoosiers Uh, I put something sharp in your plumbing I’m not the one to come and fuck with, youngin I bust your shit like Dolph Lundgren Yeah, I’m still with the dumb shit Uh, i8 with the transparent doors Hoes pop that pussy on the handstand for us I’m a force in Air Force, backdoor My bitch like Tracy Ellies Ross, don’t ever sell yourself short Running errands in the red McLaren Blaring Gil-Scott Heron while niggas pill pop and sip syrup Rock the Bally kicks with arrogance You got hit, the battle commence, we straddling the fence Two hundred pounds condense The foundation of the house is brick and cement, man Bow down and submit [Break] Yeah, you heard me, nigga, bow the fuck down, you heard me Watch out, watch out, nigga, huh, check it [Verse 2] Mink disabled, take the chain and bring it in for appraisal Be grateful I don’t come put two in your grapefruit While I chainsmoke, diamond chains choke My face is like Johnny Fontaine’s, drive the Mercedes slow I need ‘em to see this, the scene resembles Egypt I was lucid dreaming while squeezing my beautiful penis Behemoth, don’t treat no ho lenient I come through shooting like the show was greenlit, uh Common sense’ll tell ya my diamonds glisten like a 10 percenter’s My time is spent like Pimpin' Ken, my nigga We from a different era All my shit is tailored, all your shit’s whatever All my shit is tailored, all your shit’s whatever Two hundred dollar’s worth of dope in a Swisher Sweet Sour D, wax, Girl Scout, kief, hashish A cash heap, free Max B, get money tax free This actually has to be a masterpiece, I’m displaying mastery They thought I was Robert Greene, my CDs are art gallery My hoes get the cash, I don’t burn the calorie I don’t walk, they just carry me [Outro] Haha Bitch, you mad You gotta go I know it sound cold, bitch, you gotta go I’m moving on to bigger things, bitch I’m done Niggas, don’t y’all ever get it fucked up, nigga There’s only one, nigga, that’s me Nigga, that’s me, baby Don’t you ever get it fucked up, boy Fucking suckers, yeah But it’s all in love, nigga, this banging’s all in love, nigga It’s gon’ hurt me more than it’s gon’ hurt you Daddy’s home