Grand Prix

[Intro]

Ah, lord, mm-hmm, yo

Get it

Twenty five years and we still going

Yeah

Dame Grease

He's a bad boy

Look

[Verse 1]

I'm a smoker (Yeah), weed toker, the cola in your coka

Losing change up in your sofa, I brought change into the culture (Uh)

Funny how these pigeons try and change into a vulture

You's a poser, wit' pork all on your fork and that ain't kosher

No sir, I never put a penny in a loafer

For good times up in the ghetto, we had penny and Willona (Uh)

You know I stretch a quarter, got a rock 'cause I'm a roller

And I'm bolder than a hard rock is 'cause I'm a stoner

I need closure (Uh), and you rappers need to wake up

And smell the begonias, you about to be goners

Big shot caller, I'm here to pop them corners

Little league ballers could get popped, I warned ya

Who put the person in persona

Putting hands up on a person, close the curtain on the Rama

Pack a Llama, catch me lurking I'm your karma

Sleeping on me even worse'll get you murked in your pajamas

[Chorus]

You can try, but you'll never understand me

I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B

Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a Grand Prix

I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee

That's a guarantee

Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee

[Verse 2]

I'm still working on them commas

While the system tryna curve me, ain't no mercy from your honor (Nah)

That's the problem, when you coming from the bottom

Couldn't even get Bin Laden 'til we voted for Obama (Facts)

I ain't a minor, "Teen Spirit" ain't Nirvana

Call me pro meth, it's clear this kinda syrup ain't Jemima's

Baby mama drama, tryna act like she Madonna

Like a virgin, but I'm certain that this person a piranha

Man eater, Jeffrey Dahmer

If a stray hit a stan and kill a fan that's Katana

A rapper getting roasted in a room, that's a sauna

Straps in the room, It's Shaolin vs. the Lama

Why should I threat when I can promise

With that money saved for college, you can go and pay me homage (Yeah)

If you do the knowledge, you would know this I was solid

By the time you check your pockets, I already got ya wallet

[Chorus]

You can try, but you'll never understand me

I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B

Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a Grand Prix

I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee