| I be in the studio, throw away the key
|
| And if you scared to squeeze, throw the throwaway to me
|
| All your foes will disappear, and you’ll just owe a fee
|
| I would do it all for free, but it really ain’t my beef
|
| Nacho Picasso, the tat in the hat
|
| Yep I’m an asshole, my chick is a brat
|
| Don’t ask me no questions, I’m at where I’m at
|
| The secret of NIMH, your whole camp full of rats
|
| If I didn’t have these tats, see the town on my back
|
| And my head so big that the crown finna crack
|
| I was born a lone wolf so I founded a pack
|
| And Raised Byy Wolves my cousin, please don’t hound him like that
|
| See my blood, sweat, and tears cause I drowned it in that
|
| My entity in rap, yeah I found it in that
|
| Think I’m a walking lick? |
| I’m surrounded by straps
|
| Like a round of applause, get surrounded by claps
|
| Hey record labels, hey big wigs
|
| You wanna eat with me, you better bring a big bib
|
| We Tom Hanks in '88, big kids
|
| This for my niggas from the town doing big bids
|
| Known me for three days, we ain’t even do it yet
|
| Trying to run game, dang you ain’t foolin' shit
|
| You full of shit, kill yourself like Juliet
|
| I’m Uncle Jessie bitch, not Dave Coulier
|
| Giving motorboats to bitches in bustiers
|
| I’m immortal bro, carry Zeus DNA
|
| Spit TNT so I’m used to the T & A
|
| She gives me space man, I’m new to the VMA
|
| You call me Nacho, my mom call me for money
|
| My bitches call me stingy and my niggas call me funny
|
| I look like Tony Dungy, hate my bitch like I’m Al Bundy
|
| I’m Solomon Grundy mixed with Crocodile Dundee
|
| Cause crocodile tears is all they’ll ever get from me
|
| Drop a dime if you’re clumsy, you’ll be hanging from a bungee
|
| I do what I like, I think I’m the new Humpty
|
| I got that Snow White, I think I’m the new Grumpy |