Regular And Complex (GNB] [Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott]

Welcome to my world, visions like my mind

On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here

Still high like it's no fear, tip toe

Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena

Play my cards with a poker face

Sometimes I feel like the only race

Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even

A spade a spade, some other hoes, but I live in the shade

Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley

I'm the dutch master, I'll box you, boy—like Cassius

Put 'em in a casket, like the Taker

21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os

Step up in the building, something like Elvis

I'm 'bout to re-up, this here better than my last, uh

Mortal thought, living through all of y'all

Treat this shit like my only child, son of God

Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living

You might win some, but you just lost one

This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son

If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son

Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter

My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble

Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker

So she bless us with

Pussy, drugs, and money

I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs

Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law

Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts

How many real niggas will be down for the cause?

Some days are made for reminiscing

Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in

Permission by granted God we see Allah

Molecules, minuscule, and regardless of who you are

You a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieve

In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem

Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine

Quick to choke a nigga, I be tryna bitch mine

Shorty sweet like clementine

I rap for the niggas that make beats but never get to shine, shine

Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs

I compose my sixteens before eighty-eight keys

The first time I did drugs it was making the beats

MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep

Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut

See it when they coming, then I heat they ass up

Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter

My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble

Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker

So she bless us with

Pussy, drugs, and money

I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs

Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law

Blowing loud on the porch, Machiavelli on my thoughts

How many real niggas will be down for the cause?

If rap was illegal, you bitch niggas wouldn't even write a bar

Shit, I'd probably be behind bars

Raising the bar through these bars, I am at the bar

Taking shots of Henny, telling the bartender about all of my flaws

I'm in love with hip-hop not from the allure

I am sure, every single dog gets its day on the cross

No labels telling me fables, bitch, I am my own boss

Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off

Supreme entity, public enemy, energy that I'm harvesting

In pursuit of the riches, I want more green than them army men figures

So much 'shrooms and acid that my thoughts

Are tangled and twisted like gangbanger fingers

Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligaments

Metal fragments will hit you, so many holes in a nigga

That when the wind blows, he whistles

Bet that I could read your mental

With my finger on temple and learn the deepest

Darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you

Cause you heard that I'm a better beast

And stay closer to jay like a memory

And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some better weed

Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty in a stolen V

Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord, flexing

Like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids, sexing

Bad exotic chick on top of your boy, chip on my shoulder

Only if chips involved, motherfucker