Rothko
De Niro, Pacino, I'm stroking my ego
Flying like eagles I'm rolling Totino's
I'm getting this money going straight to the top
Copping a Rothko put it next to the scotch
Yeah I'm the one you hate (yeah I'm the one you hate)
No you can't relate, we got different lanes
I'm that boogeyman I go stupid man
I made one tape and I got groupies man
Rolling Rock, I've been drinking and my face is soft
Got Gucci socks, and my patience up
Cause you been fucking round and really acting tough
But I know you're not, you been trying hard but I know you're stuck
And you know you suck but I called that bluff
And I promise you, you got a lot to learn
But I got pot to burn and you ain't worth the words
And I sit here in my throne room with these dead eyes and disown you
Like "off with your head!" what you gonna do
I'm counting these numbers like Rummikub
In Xanadu like Charles Kane I cut you down no Arbor Day
Fuck you you're no original you got no lines you can't spit at all
I got big bars but no Xanax you wanna come at me you gotta plan that
Cause I got basil boys and I got top men
When we walk in the spot we brought m's
And I was nothing til I loved myself and you'll get nowhere without taking our help
This man shit for the real ones I got cumulonimbus all stuck in my lungs
And I handle my business I don't fuck with these bugs
Pop at your buddies with lyrical slugs
I'm airing 'em out and I'm taking em down
Bitches on me make me look like the pound
I got that sauce and I got the crown
Hearing my voice is sure to astound
Aw yeah u really wanna get dat paper
Flexed up on 86 with a hunned guns no lazers
Big talk, got fire no marshall, and I wanna shout out to deez ladiez
Dey da ones das gettin my name up, my heart's empty no vacant
Big dawgs no rotweilers but I bet dey rip ya motherfuckin' face off
Nicolas Cage no Face Off but u really finna have no face yuh
Up at nite tellin' ghost stories got my sniper rifle I'm camping
Ya swag is dry it's on da hamper my neck chain water is damper
I do my dance I do da samba, yo girl is wearin' yo pampers
Fuck deez bishes dey got cancer, and dis glock 9 turn u to a prancer
Where da bishes I need canvas, my heart is heavy like a anvil
I'm in yo head like dandruff, and I think I got da motherfuckin' answer yuh
Flying like eagles I'm rolling Totino's
I'm getting this money going straight to the top
Copping a Rothko put it next to the scotch
Yeah I'm the one you hate (yeah I'm the one you hate)
No you can't relate, we got different lanes
I'm that boogeyman I go stupid man
I made one tape and I got groupies man
Rolling Rock, I've been drinking and my face is soft
Got Gucci socks, and my patience up
Cause you been fucking round and really acting tough
But I know you're not, you been trying hard but I know you're stuck
And you know you suck but I called that bluff
And I promise you, you got a lot to learn
But I got pot to burn and you ain't worth the words
And I sit here in my throne room with these dead eyes and disown you
Like "off with your head!" what you gonna do
I'm counting these numbers like Rummikub
In Xanadu like Charles Kane I cut you down no Arbor Day
Fuck you you're no original you got no lines you can't spit at all
I got big bars but no Xanax you wanna come at me you gotta plan that
Cause I got basil boys and I got top men
When we walk in the spot we brought m's
And I was nothing til I loved myself and you'll get nowhere without taking our help
This man shit for the real ones I got cumulonimbus all stuck in my lungs
And I handle my business I don't fuck with these bugs
Pop at your buddies with lyrical slugs
I'm airing 'em out and I'm taking em down
Bitches on me make me look like the pound
I got that sauce and I got the crown
Hearing my voice is sure to astound
Aw yeah u really wanna get dat paper
Flexed up on 86 with a hunned guns no lazers
Big talk, got fire no marshall, and I wanna shout out to deez ladiez
Dey da ones das gettin my name up, my heart's empty no vacant
Big dawgs no rotweilers but I bet dey rip ya motherfuckin' face off
Nicolas Cage no Face Off but u really finna have no face yuh
Up at nite tellin' ghost stories got my sniper rifle I'm camping
Ya swag is dry it's on da hamper my neck chain water is damper
I do my dance I do da samba, yo girl is wearin' yo pampers
Fuck deez bishes dey got cancer, and dis glock 9 turn u to a prancer
Where da bishes I need canvas, my heart is heavy like a anvil
I'm in yo head like dandruff, and I think I got da motherfuckin' answer yuh
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Writer(s): Big Ba$il
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