Local Legends

[Intro: Blu]

Make 'em feel extra special

But when you write the check out

Make sure you get the name straight tho

[Verse 1: Blu]

I feel like a local legend in about 7 galaxies

Plus I got angels in heaven that wanna battle me

But I'm a celebrity, there better be cheese involved

And no shows go down unless a few G's are tossed

I let my heat speak when niggas speakin' hard

Cause that's when they scheming on the niggas that be themin'

My shit be shining like the sun of the sun

Plus I hung up on the diamonds cause your dimes get jealous of 'em

Jugs busting out like gelatin

Buns like onions and I cry every time I smell them

Good heavens, I'm heaven sent but only in the present tense

Telling niggas exactly how long in hell we been

I'm 23 and haven't felt since 10

Didn't graduate, I never lifted bells in a gym

Skinny, I weigh a buck, 89 and a penny

And when Penny Hardaway fell off

I started spitting

Since then niggas been ducking me

No discussion, I spit it so disgusting

I look ugly when I bust it

And it's funny a honey still want to touch it

Even though she know my money is on crutches

But fuck it

Fuck it, ay bum theft

[Verse 2: Blu]

Got me feeling like Geronimo, Roc Marciano monologue

Puffin' cigars with my (?) on

We are three star generals

Be still principles implanted in my mental

With my pad and my number two, dude

So don't play me till you buy me

And in ya bitches whip is where you find me

And when she rewinds me

Tell she finds me

And we ride deep off the rewind, recline

Skeeting on the jazz bar design

She gassed off the fast cars we drive

We live, blast (?) at the bar

We arrive, bar smashed then

Talking bout I got to take a fat piss

And I end up

Hitting up some fat chicks

Squeeze her in the back seat

Hit her with some fat dick, it's class

So when I said it twice, I said the same every night

Lay the dame very nice

She take the pain very nice

And if I get her off the goose, it's a scary sight

I will take the blame if it's lucy, (?) pipes

She must have thought I was the marriage type

I must have thought Carol mics

I tell it like it is

Raise the price like it's shining and I sell it off the minus

You can find (?) us in the caddy truck

Blowing on the finest marijuana, let the DJ remind ya