The Routine

[Intro] Biiitch (Woah, woah, woah) [Verse 1] Bitch don't cool-guy me I'm too high for that bullshit talk, I'ma walk, I'm gone Shit, you need a new ID I see it in your eyes like visine like I'm your motherfuckin' mom When you around me, shit, you are not on Everyone walk around like they the one I don't wanna walk around unless I'm drunk Is he the talk of the town or he just a punk? Handsome, loafers, good wife Banned from MoMA, good pipe Can of soda, green tea Arizona Hand me the doja, which type? What it look like? I just want the good price Tryna run 'em over man, Suge Knight I just want some chocha, good night Kiss from my chick, make sure the neighborhood right [Refrain] Rugrat turned club rat Old head wanna be a young cat This the city that we live in I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that Time passed, time that you'll never find back Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that (huh) But really whatchu thinkin' man Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at [Verse 2] Seems everyday a little new scene I don't wanna hear about all that art that you seen I was fucking up in MoMA, kicked up out the museum That's some real art shit, really just my routine They kicked me off, ain't accepting my shit 20 years, time to have a retrospective on him, on the kid Come on man, sex is not a sin So New York I be sexin' naked, just Timbs (woah, woah, woah) Everybody knows I'm a nut, I just go with my gut Man what's holding 'em up? Just go roll you a blunt, can't cope with the fuck shit Shit, whole O in the dutch [Refrain] Rugrat turned club rat Old head wanna be a young cat This the city that we live in I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that Time passed, time that you'll never find back Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that But really whatchu thinkin' man Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at