From The Dirt

[Chorus] Can you picture me, going state to state? Bitch I'm touring (Yeah I'm touring) Pass me the ball, and I'm scoring like I'm Jordan (Jordan) Don't get me involved with no shit, I know you whoring (Nah) Blow smoke in my garage, how it's loud with no noise (What) Like my pockets fat, yeah so I'ma call 'em Norbit My crib is enormous Yeah I whip, but it's not foreign Started from the bottom, had to grind, that shit was boring But I made it out No I did not mean to misinform you Might shoot your brains out, to clear my head out Tell me how you feel now I might go face first Straight onto that dirt, from the dirt, where I came from (Yeah) Got trichomes on my shirt, bitch I smell like the Chevron This that OG Diesel gas I smoke that pack then pass out I'm the fucking man now (Yeah) Write a rap then run down Gotta speak with my words, gotta talk to 'em nicely She want Cartier, yeah I know she really pricey Pull up, pull up to the Mickey D's, all she want is Hi-C (What what, yeah yeah) Yeah, she wanna suck on me, she looking enticing Water on my wrist, yeah that shit look like Poseidon (Poseidon) Which bitch should I choose? Why it's so hard to decide it? Glocky on my side, bitch And that safety off That mean you can get it too If it's smoke, you better not cough Had enough of all that talk Call my niggas at the loft Get you hit up for that low price Hands put 'em up Put them bands in the trunk Then I ran off on the plug Told my brother this the one Brother, this the one, yeah, yeah (This the one) [Outro] Yeah, this the one, yeah (Yeah this the one) This the one, yeah, yeah This the one, yeah, yeah