give you some heron ill smack
told that bitch ill be right back
lone wolf attack with no pack
like six i be rocking all black
list of my problems on track
didnt get that? you wack
no tits im lookin for racks, ay
acid and wine for mass, ay
i got some gin but got no glass
hog on the grass i dont pass, ooh
my next rhyme should be ass
but fuck that cliche

tol that bitch back in a second
eyes on me red like it's rec, yeah
got me a suit that shit mecha
you know i dont fuck with the meta
for money my wallet the Mecca
come spin on my dick like a record
change up the flow i still wreck, yeah
hustle bone smoke look like phantom
light up a nail hit like cannon
your bitch smile at me cuz im handsome
you not rappin boy throwin tantrums
im back done writing an anthem
hold the beat up for ransom
hand me a milion and then some
you just heard a track get killed son

GHOSTBUCKLEY