Long Lost Bastard Lyrics

A long lost bastard

Where's my mentor Where's my paster

You already know my Pockets getting fatter

So I better go Climb that ladder

I'm from space I'm made of dark matter

Better go and Batter up then I catch a battery

Then Drink me a dacari

Shit Hit you like a linebacker damn I guess now I'm a packer

I swear I'm A long lost fiend

While I'm Stacking up cheese No degrees rocking I all white with white limousines

So you Better intervene

Lean up in my veins

So Feel the pain

Pissing Purple lemonade

Grade a under a

Anit Trying to get paid

Switching lanes that's a mistake

Mash potatoes with my steak

While I'm Cooking with a ladle

My life like a real life fable

They should put me on cable

Shout out to the label

Spit so hot it could cut me a steal greated cable

Turn you like a cog in the clock

Rollie on me do not stop

Eat you up like a croc

And I'm still rocking crocs

You anit trying to box

Imma hit you with a pot

I'm a writer like Bach

Sure I hit the jackpot

Splitting brains

I need a new chain

I Can't complain

I'm Sitting in a Private plane

I Did it off an easy stain

You watching tv and that bitch still got grain

You Eating whole grains

Beat up the Batman boy I'm Bain

Every one wanna chase fame

That's insane

The only one sitting at my desk to fly like a crane

You better innovate

You Showing up late to the party

I'm already with yo shortta

Better run it eat it then punt it

I all ready done it

Hope in the rarri then gun it

Turn you like a cog in the clock

Rollie on me do not stop

Eat you up like a croc

And I'm still rocking crocs

You anit trying to box

Imma hit you with a pot

I'm a writer like Bach

Sure I hit the jackpot

Who won again the nuns is out

Who getting the clout

We running this house

The foutain of youth so wet shooting

Coup all blue so who feeling blue

Not one to lose around the fools

What's new singing jazz coming in last

not one to dwell on my past

Put your body in a body cast

Member of the cast

Had to cut the stash

Stack up the cash

Heard your lyrics all trash

Guns in the catche call mayday to get the payday

Give 'em the tip cops on the chase

Flying in space

Shrooms got me Tripping how am I existing

Cheesing in the mugshot

Rocking with the buckshot

That's a lot of focus up on the moment

Turn you like a cog in the clock

Rollie on me do not stop

Eat you up like a croc

And I'm still rocking crocs

You anit trying to box

Imma hit you with a pot

I'm a writer like Bach

Sure I hit the jackpot