| Coca-Cola here here, not RC
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| Bizarre me mere mortal? |
| Hardly, hardly
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| Rastafari color Ferraris
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| Fuck a sphinx them Egyptians should’ve carved me
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| I see some Eatza bun and dishes tryin'-a starve me
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| No one can bust my bubble, bitch, I’m like the Barclays
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| Cause I just bubble with my niggas like the Marleys
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| Now every month we got a different kind of car keys
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| Whole body tatted now I’m looking like the carny
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| Who tryin'-a harm me? |
| You and what army?
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| Haile Selassie with a splash of Marcus Garvey
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| I’m John Belushi meets Chris Farley when I party
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| I say my name (Nacho) and I do a little chuckle
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| Getting harder to be humble, Harry Potter to a muggle
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| Got a hired body double, got a body in the duffle
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| It’s harder to be subtle when you’re Tarzan of the jungle
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| Nacho
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| I’m Haile Selassie, me and my posse
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| Haile Selassie my eyes hella glossy
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| I’m Haile Selassie, don’t ever cross me
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| Haile Selassie, that’s why the feds watch me
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| She Ethiopian, do everything but opiates
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| He ain’t got no juice left, he is a Fruitopian
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| I’m from the ghetto but we live in a utopia
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| Fuck a iPhone, I did it since a Nokia
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| Norse God of Mischief, I’m rapping like I’m Loki, bruh
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| Okey dokey she don’t know me, blow me on the low key, hon
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| Think you’re getting on? |
| I think he’s getting conned
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| Shere Khan, Shao Kahn, shit, Chaka Khan
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| I’m Raekwon mixed with Geng' Khan, reign on
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| Call it backboard, cause I’m something to bank on
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| 28's on a Chevy, gotta raise it more
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| Get a scratch on Ol' Bessie and I’m waging war
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| Mouth full of golds and I’m fighting like Crazy Horse
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| They be digging me, they need to dig my lady’s corpse
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| Voice is hoarse, selling horse out a '80s Porsche
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| Snorting blow off my dick like she Traci Lords |