Quick 40

I see you keep it
Minimal with the criminal activity
While Me, I ain't no criminal, I just do graffiti
In the streets, with the animals, always counting decimals
And if it is irrational, my sapiens go cannibal

And when it comes to trees, you know I'm smoking like a chimney
What degree? It's all in my pedigree
Come with me and follow me, I'll show you how I do my thing
Lick a bean, spit a snot, like what the fuck you mean

Shit is hot, spitting fire lava
In Celsius or Fahrenheit, I do it both whatever
I ain't American, you could say I'm an alien
I'm from another nation, different than all my brethren's

I like to walk around the block and see my name
Could be something 'bout the fame, make me famous of my name bitch
Abu Samy on the streets and in the sheets they call me sweet
But that's between me and my bae, so don't say nothing to my main bitch

Well technically my hand's my main bitch anyway
Handles all types of beatings in many ways
No pun intended, that was a pound
You're short a nickel I'll get you next time around

I don't live for life, it lives for me
What you mean? If I'm not there, then it's not for me
That's who I be, exist cause it's meant to be
Certainly, otherwise why would it be

So, back to the matter at hand, what's the subject
I'm booger digging for old rhymes this shit is nonsense
Part of my consciousness, pardon my French
You better calm des fuck down, before you break a sweat

Don't dance, no 2 step, swinging elbows and hands
Just stand for 2 seconds and then I'm kicking cans
Paint, ink, other shit in my pants
I like it messy, don't misunderstand

Yeah, ain't nothing but a dollar
Come on baby let me holla
No disrespecting, see them jewels on an Impala
What more do you want? Certified hustler

Listen here kiddo, you don't want to fuck with me
The scars I breath took guts to heave
And, to keep it a hundred, you can hold the 60
Why? Cuz I just dropped a quick 40