God damn I am so gone off Natty Ice
Smoked a pack of Pall Mall Lights
Ain't got that much money
So I'm budget buzzin' every night
Know a couple girls who keep me company on random nights
Workin' extra hard like two fat dudes uphill on tandem bikes
Be feastin' on the streets, eat your rodent ass
When the crew come through they Seahawks
Get no Hasselbeck
I'mma eat some schrooms, fuck Koopa up and take the castle back
Pinocchio these hos who make it grow without no strings attached
Ain't about to buy a fuckin' beat
Get that shit for free
Leak the instrumental and I'm going mental instantly
People keep on askin' why I haven't dropped a song in weeks
But if they coughed up cash I wouldn't be workin' 60 a week
If ya say "don't do it" you know I'm gon' do it
Treat the beat like the Myans
When I'm done you find the ruins
Dropped a whole mixtape, copywrited
No one suin
Got these bitches flashes titties
Like cop lights when they pursuin
Motherfuckers like me
They can't catch me though
Jon is so far gone but that is something that I betcha know
Got these bitches ready to play fetch
Let em catch a bone
Bring it back and drop it then roll over for the style chose
They say Jon Is Gone rap like he black
I'd agree with that
Using only color-safe bleach at the laundrymat
That was POS's line
Guess I'm just a copycat
Fucking up your radiowaves
Do you copy that?