I Am Not A Human Being

I am not a human being

Uh, pussy for lunch

Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha yeah

Kush and the blunts

I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk

I don't know why they keep playin'

They better re-plan

I'm giving them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland

Together we stand and fall on y'all

Ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball

These days ain't shit, Young Money is

I got mars bars, Three Musketeers

Come through coupe same color as veneers

And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz

And y'all's a bunch a squares like a motherfuckin' grid

Shit, fuck with me and get hit

I finger fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids

Just do it, my nigga, I just did

Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me bitch, dig, ya dig?

This here is big biz and I scream fuck "it," whoever "it" is

I am the rhyming oasis

I got a cup of ya time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line I'm not racin'

I thank God that I am not basic

Ow

That I am not basic

I am not a human being

Uh, rockstar, baby

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby

Rich nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy

That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese

Heater close range, 'cause people are strange

But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained

You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane

I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain

Uh, swag on infinity

I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy

Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories

Father forgive me for my brash delivery

I would try you, I wouldn't lie, dude

I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes glued

Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly food

Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes

I stand tall like I'm motherfuckin' 9'2"

I scream motherfuck you and whoever designed you