Hey, gotta testify I'm up in the spot cuz I like to party Catch me in the spotlight, limelight, my light With chick that'll do anything for my Klondike And she do it with a passion Tryna get a band, better try the bandwagon Once you out, you ain't getting back in You're not cruising with the motherfucking captains Said she a fan, start dancing Oh you a fan? Keep clapping No hands, looks ma no hands She don't do drugs but I got her in a trance So high, Peter Pan Too fly, won't land She the bomb Taliban Sunshine no tan Go and bring a friend and a couple more friends We gon party and dance and do it all again Go and bring a friend, couple more friends, Party and dance, do it all again We like to party, we like, we like to party We like to party, we like, we like to party 3-6-9, Take this line Make this snake dance one more time And with a twinkle in his eye Lil John will take me Yeah Another day another dollar But I'm still working harder Yeah I'm up all night Shedding light like Apollo Lot of luck and dedication Like I'm tryna hit the lotto Fools regurgitating lines I know my shit is hard to swallow Sneaking in the gallow Yeah you creeping like a shadow Got your bitch given head Yeah I'm dead, sleepy hallow Woah See him on the dance floor Looking to explore more Lock eyes and I know Lil John will take me This is not a phase Make me scream your name (Lil John) This might be a phase Kiss me just in case

Same team in my t-shirt Damn, dog look how hard we work No time for these hoes,  I know she hurt Told my baby gimme space like reverb  She squirt like I deserve dessert  Shawty work work work do your research Lost her mind long time, pon di street curb Soul search so her soul lay in a cirque 4 Percs now she swallow like go-gurt Ooh, I see through her like cold shirt  Like a fast car, she pull up the skirt Left limp jumbo pimp young Kal dirt  Now, I need a 100 100 fucking racks I need 100 real fast, keep it in my stash Yeah, I need a 100 100 fucking racks Need 100,000 cash; pimpin to the max  I'm about to spazz I'm about to rash Fuck it, let me pop a xan I need to relax It's the coldest of winters Master splinter for the sinner Winner winner chicken dinner  Shit is hot, let it simmer Show to show, need a sprinter  Let em know, getting bigger Getting richer, check my figures Getting my checks up like I’m sicker Getting pussy from a picture That I liked, and don’t remember Mix the liquor with the scriptures Got some hittas That deliver to the liver Team Soda, Kal-Dirt on the trigger Who’s realer off the richter Let’s go

So tell me what you want what you really really want You a dame in distress with a diamond a your charm? Do you want you a car with a house and a lawn? Do you wanna live a lie and die and respawn? Fuck right and wrong Want me to keep preaching or just be gone The game just begun I stole all your dreams Relax and be calm please Nigga no time gotta rush past Nigga no break gotta cut class Nigga I’m late but fuck that Hashtag nigga you can call me Jake Mustache What you wish is what you get And what you get is what you hate I know I’m late I smoke a j outside of heaven’s gate I know you can’t relate Nor elevate your mind I levetate like David Blaine Make ‘em disappear one at a time I’m snorting dope, I’m spitting lines I’m raging when I rhyme Fuck you and your snap chat Its abstract? No its mustache You ol’ musty ass better recognize like a flashback But I smash that But I crash that Throw that ass back In that hatchback Understand that Supersmash that I’ma crash that I’ma catch that if you fall off I’ma swerve off, sipping Smirnoff So turnt up that you turned off I’ma surf off I’m an asshole? Yeah I know hoe I’ma jerk off in yo’ jerk sauce Better use floss, I’m too boss And you too soft Bitch You know what? What? Suck a Nigga Dick. Mmmm Soda Been a burden on the eyes those curls above that smile Better watch out cuz tonight Jake’s mustache will ride Pumping pulling the fires around us and I smile Let the little lover lick the lotion off the radiator put it in a potion Bleh Fuck!

I’m tired of you niggas, you sitting and wishing Ain’t doing shit but wasting your intuition I got up and got, I paid my tuition I dropped out of college  I saw that the life that we living Conflicted with war and lies, in disguise  Still rising like low tides But can’t hide the fact that we all on a mission  They want us locked up in a prison but fuck it I’m chilling I might Just teach your body a lesson Lots to learn in my session Nigga don’t waste no seconds You can get with that action And stop with all that texting Think about who you addressing Don’t fuck with me for protection I might shoot a pill in the amaretto (Kobe!) Steal that booty like I’m black and yellow  
 I been racing wit machines I been raging wit my demon Ronald Reagan to these fiends  Fuck it let it go Mix the Soda with the lean Mix the Dirt up with the Team We gon’ load it up again And we good to go 
 Blood stains on my jeans Gotta get it any means  Anyhow, anyway And I can let you know Love stain on my jeans Get it any means Anyhow, anyway And I can let you know But I cant accept defeat Fuckin shit up all week I swear I dont even need sleep But I'm set to go Disconnect from the hive, unplug, dive Slide knives Just to feel and iddy biddy rise, right? Disconnect, unwind the mind, strive along a staggered mile Why? Just to feel an iddy biddy rise. Right! Just don’t count the time as passings Or you’ll make me…

Trillest, illist, I kill it Eat rappers I threw on skillets I skin em and rip it, I’m Hannibal Cannibalistic Lyrics hold em’ like rivets Banana clips, I split it I peel it, spit it, regurgitate shit it up on yo dinner plate And I for you critics I ain't a nigglet, I’m a a nigga tryna get it, you get it? You don’t, I leave u beheaded That means you deaded, I said it, I meant it I’m a menace, pendulum swinging over ya terrace The future of rap Running laps, as I run rappers That I put in the past, live in the present I don't give gifts cuz my incentive is to murder all u motherfuckers u get it? Since adolescence I added up all my bullets Trying to get you to pull it They thriving to hear my sentence Arriving up to the pulpit I feel like I'm Malcolm X Theres a hunnit niggas looking and aiming right at my chest Im just an anti body  I’m ready set go Cuz I’ll fuck anybody Btich take this floppy disko Yeah, yeah 1st is the curse  2nd is death So I nutted on her breast and gave her that treasure chest  Its nothing too complex  Magazines on the shelf I reload the shells  Buss down bitch, bussing this head Bussin lead He buggin’ his cousin is dead  Cussin' instead Tryna fuckin run from the Feds  He off the meds Somebody better offer some sense We ain't friends, told the boy fall out like Pete Wentz  Son-ing niggas like I adopted you Fuck who fathered you Nigga ya mother should of swallowed you Tell em that I'm sliding through the cut Split the gut then ya mullet And I’m coming in the game, my signature  on a bullet Fuck a 9-5, fire burning in my eyes All these damn spies, and I’m tired of all the lies These guys in disguise I despise on the rise If you fed up put your hands to the skies

Snap crack short fuse still scraping the rules Smoke trees, sip brew, while snackin’ on shrooms (oooh) My momma might just kick my ass Kept my grades high Smoke high grade in class Killed drake on a track, so i must give sass If she gotta dirty ass then Dirt gon’ dash Go splash when I jump on the track Step back pump fake 3 point off the glass Ballin’ See food with the lobster and bass Yea I see ya point but I dont sea bass See I’m practicing on laxative to shit on your credentials And your songs are like Proactive it don’t bump on instrumentals I been blinded but I’m riding through my city with some rebels Shining spitting fire, wonder if they think I’m devil Pothead wit a hothead; I’m a kettle Big nigga riding a suburban through the ghetto Lil nigga smoking black and mild cigarillo Wonder if they think they getting high as falsetto No break gotta treat your mind like a pedal Instead of suicide niggas think they Jared Leto Pressure bust pipes so I’m working with the metal Pressure bust pipes chasing gold i wont settle For another Roll with the thunder Sometimes i sit alone and all i ever wonder All i ever wonder We often wonder What will Stevie wonder? No, he won’t see this coming What will he be wondering? Son of god or the son of the Nephilim Sung his heart to the synagogue before they heckled him Tryna find a way to get paid Cuz life too long when you living like a slave Nigga block the hater with the shades on Niggas block the haters with the shades on Nigga block the hater with the shades on Stevie’s getting laid when the shows done Woo! Hey! God damn Hungry, train harder than Shaolin monks Meditate these thoughts till they suspend in the sun Spend days recollected these deficit of these funds Till iI came to express my prerequisite for this song Fuck the system and fuck religion Creates division Fuck the politician Making sure you cant see the vision My indecision is victim, to the cognitive dissonance Brain is locked in imprisonment Take a shot to your ligament You feeling it? We often wonder What will Stevie wonder? No, he won’t see this coming What will he be wondering? Do You Feel like reloading it We Living inside a game and God already coded it Notice it Hold it up Roll a zip Notice this POTUS he know this a Glitch Its time to debug Old Dirt dug on ya new love Stuck like you mud Gotta few slugs Tryna maintain the same pace But our mind state aint in the same place Heard you tryna to blow But you dont know bout the brakes I wonder