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