On the Real - Da$h

Still high off them pain pills you got from the dentist

My crib smell like pot and some incense

Plot on a yacht, cash crops and a drop color spinach

You said the money’s there I woulda been left

Hang the phone up, light the dope up

Tell the hoe to clean her coke up

And she wait to get her throat fucked

Them bad habits, whole faculty some trife bastards

We doing anything to live lavish

I came a long way from burning dimes of weed in a fiend house

Tell my bitch to count my money 'fore she pull her weave out

Slang got into where you can’t understand what we speak 'bout

Mix a half of green with the blue dream ounce

Flip it for double, I feel like Barney Rubble

Ten toes in the gravel, I’m finding trouble in any form

Hustles the fucking norm, riding a fucking storm

Feeling like Morrison

The fucking Lizard King, I swear I could do anything

Said on the real

All these crab niggas know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, roll up that kill

I’m penning this rap from the backseat of my car service

Backwoods cigar burning, suck 'til her jaw hurting

Cash is the Gods purpose, they ask is it all worth it

The money say so, with color Jango play the block like legos

Moved up from Eggos, all the waffles Belgian

Spitting snot from all the pot I’m inhaling

I plot on a scale of the globe

Metal won’t mold, you let it get cold

For the price your boss' soul’ll get sold, nigga

Move like Capone through the park with all my henchman

I pass the cheque to my assistant

Snuff a nigga, tell him hold that

Grab the phone back, pardon the interruptions

Back to discussing bread I should be touching

Drug consumption on the daily, my women hate Israeli’s

Skin color Baileys, driver ditch the fed tailing, never fail me

They say I’m fucking lucky, nah, just a druggy 'til they kill me or they cuff

me, nigga

Said on the real

All these crab niggas know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, roll up that kill