Letras
My nigga Cardo on the beat
We about to get real hip hop on this shit
It's me ho, the rap Tim Tebow
In this game full of sheep, I'm a shepard like Lito
They love the heat in which I breathe
Yo, these niggas are mosquitoes
They say it's filthy, need to blow
Boy, I'm the son of a torpedo
I want all the chips, you niggas satisfied with Cheetos
On that cash money shit, no little twist, this that Nino
Jeff Ward, Tony Montana, Al Pacino
Frank Ballesteri, Joe Pesci in Casino type music
In this game full of actors, John Q
Smooth as Billy Dee Williams on that Lady Sings the Blues shit
The head rocking music that leave the fans with contusions
You niggas soft as Gentile, that's why my flow turned Jewish
But wait, hold on, while you was in the sandbox with Play-Doh
I was reading fatal by Plato, okay bro?
So middle fingers when my hands to the sky
Screaming out, "Boy, believers never die!"
My name is Jerald Walker
Uh, who next?
My name is Vizzy
Believers never die
Squareians live forever, nigga
Ayo Jerald, like
I wasn't even supposed to do this
I'm just gonna do this like one take
Whatever comes out, that's what we keep right here
Alright, look
What you trying to zone, baby? That is so last year
Trying to make change in the game with no cashier
This shit smooth, baby, this here is cashmere
Nah, I'm just high, high as giraffe is
Bring me my Xbox, make sure my Mac's near
Can I get a bitty with some titties and ass here?
Why not? Fuck your ex man, I'm the X man
With my shades on, Cyclops
Was always Aftermath, never met Dr. Dre
Getting my checks up, that's what the doctor say
Skateboarding and watching porn with Keani Leigh
My girl tell me grow up all the time, I say not today
Jehovah Witness flow, tell 'em what I got to say
My shit was knocking early and it never takes a holiday