Savage Nomad

Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (style)
And made it all come back like memory lapse (yeah)
I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap under the floor mat (uh)
A weather man I be, I predict the forecast (yeah)
Shower any beat with the dirtiest vocab
This was the sad man, he used to be a savage nomad (style)
Shirtless, wear the vest, stayin' warm by burnin' trash
Give a toe-tag to a broke ass who talk fast but slow cash (yeah)
Who you think I'm dealin' with? My resume is killa, bitch (style)
Dealt with so much pain that I don't even know what feelin' is
Block of boarded houses, in between lie the killin' fields (yeah)
Been through so many raids we treat that shit like it's a fire drill
Mayday, mayday, sound the alarm (woo)
No ice on my neck but she love me for my charm
Might sniff on the weekend and sip on some XO (style)
Pack up in this bitch like I just fucked my ex-ho
My vocal take a green beret, kill the verse, leave booth decay (uh-huh)
Service when I word it, sweet enough to leave a tooth decay (uh)
Oreo charades, a game of "O" like in her day
Heard your music, feels sorry for anybody that plays
Or sprays or even says that they like your shit (style)
Nigga, I'm far from a ho, but life's a bitch (uh-huh)
And if any other nigga got a problem with me
I'll pull up on your playground at a quarter to three, muhfucka
Check
Now who you think you're dealin' with? The flow Chinese arithmetic (style)
Trippin' if they get real, nasty like black licorice (uh-huh)
Always on some different shit, your whole style is impotent
I ignore a whore like an e-mail from LinkedIn (huh)
I put you further in that hole that you sleepin' in (yeah)
Mix the Ripple listening to Minnie Ripperton (yeah)
If life simple, I'm mental, all-over instrumental
Detrimental to health, lyrics is quintessential (style)
Fuck around and ay (ay)
Make the, make money ('ney)
I'll whip ya head
They gotta wrap it up like you was hit (I'll whip your head, boy)
No compete contain you
Doc attendin' to you
Think I'm gon', they end up the way I cannot tell you (mmh)
Every day same shit, different war to fight
Fuck the game up, you niggas buzzin' like a tyke
Bunch of Danny copies, but they trash and sloppy (slop)
Mistake that for the real then you deserve a highway robbery