Blast Off ft. Tragedy Khadafi, Smokee B & Anno Domini Nation Lyrics

Yo, duel seats in a Lexus

Styles is ambidextrous

Testosterone full blown

But not a sexist

Ride til my exodus

Spit with a death wish

Mics I transform with em

Foul until I'm breathless

Lets get into my history

My storys not a mystery

Cross breeds produced the illest seeds

Rappers be killin me

With their false imagery

Delete em from the Youtube page

Hit em eith penalties

I got the remedies and cures for the bullshit

Blow louder than four fifths when they spit

But thats the basics

I regulate this

Escape the law like Frank Mathews with a facelift

Aim guns at the pope and stick the Vatican

Rock the game to sleep

Overdosing ambien

Ya overdosin ambie? ha

Lullaby put the game to sleep

We too busy countin money we cant blame sheep

Its insomniac rappers and we're playing for keeps

If you aint sleepin on the payment its the same to me, cmon

Wake up wake up wake ip wake up wake up

Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt

Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch

We gotta get the fuckin money yall

Nine good toes two phantom fingers

Ate ten ambien seen a women in my dreams

Whats it mean kid? l

I dunno sat up straight wide awake

Hit the liquor store and bought some shit

Ive profited off of a few missteps

My history's littered with medical debt

Aint paid it off yet tho

I might never

I'll reiterate gimme the microphone cuz i'm quite clever

Sharp like cheddar or Shredder but better

Oroko Saki could never sever these arteries

Rappin aint never been hard for me

Countin bars like sheep

I dont sleep I keep counting

Youd think i was on methamphetamine or rebounding

Thats cuz you be doubtin

I need no clout

They sleepin on me

Make a motherfucker scream and shout like

Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up

Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt

Lullaby put the game to sleep

We too busy countin money we cant blame sheep

Its insomniac rappers and we're playing for keeps

If you aint sleepin on the payment its the same to me, cmon

Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up

Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt

Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch

We gotta get the fuckin money yall

Burst out my momma's belly chasing a bag

A merchant in the nursery steady servin Similac

Like healthy crack to other babies

In the eighties I was hustling

In the 90's sellin clips to my peers from Dad's Hustlers

In middle school i was flippin ps2s

And throwin parties with the booze

At all the different pools and bonfires

They called me Mikey Fat Blunts

I wnet to school high in highscool

Flippin sacks like a bunch

And rappin after lunch

Honin firepower

I been rappin hustlin earning by the hour

By the pound by the job by the verses I been spittin

Tellin folks to wake the fuck up get whats good for the gettin c'mon

Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up

Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt

Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch

We gotta get the fuckin money yall

Lullaby put the game to sleep

We too busy countin money we cant blame sheep

Its insomniac rappers and we're playing for keeps

If you aint sleepin on the payment its the same to me

Wake up wake up wake ip wake up wake up

Break up some bud to make your breakfast blunt

Rake your cake up take up your pay a bunch

We gotta get the fuckin money yall