Lyrics:

If I do this right there should never be a sequel/
Better Double check your math You could never be my equal/
Short of the police is me there's no one else as lethal/
The microphone controller now let me give you a preview/
Assimilate these lines but never over stand me/
I'm So deep up In my thoughts that I'm in way over my head/
Been burning those carbs it was never about the bread/
I know They been sleeping on me they never got out the bed/
How ya mama used to did when ya slept past 8/
rip the sheets off ya ass like boy you late/
I been told you to get up long time ago/
So it's only right I call this the pajama flow/
See I jumped from the top like Geronimo/
Checked my watch in the way down it was time to go/
Double six on the wrist falling like dominoes/
Traveled in time back to when black rob was whoa/
Meet some strangers long the way like the ride report/
But be aware of the ones that would rob your soul/
you See most rob for less the rob for gold/
For the rest the price is steep they'll rob you whole/
But hold up let me switch the flow up and go nuts/
Like a diabetics eating doughnuts doing doughnuts/
Throw up sicker than you know of Ebola/
even though I been here for decades I'm just now getting exposure/
Blame it on my chauffeur my driver is never sober/
Went to his house and he passed out in loafers on the sofa/
I see The game is famished my restaurant is open/
though I'm
far from being Jewish still everything is kosher/
I got to bear arms cause now the ice is so polar/
See it's cold in the city of dreams surrounded by vultures/
poachers that will approach ya and snatch your plate and your toaster/
these Felicia's try and borrow the flow but I tell em no sir/ d Bo ya
Shot out to buggettes I couldn't get any lower/
You lucky as four leaf clovers to find anybody closer/
Dollars is my brother straight up my nigga no Jonas/
He Asked me to be the Godfather of Zoe you know it/
As far as family goes that's just to name a few/
If you offended I ain't naming you i probably don't bang with you/
family still knows who they are wether I'm naming you/
Just know that my circle is small ain't got no space for you/
That's just some shhh I'm sorry I had to air out/
I lied theres nothing to really be sorry about/
Hit the bases then I run home right into that dugout/
No other team on the scene could ever make its a shutout/
Never do it for cameras if you record it no cutouts/
you can never edit life and I need then to see its rough now/
Never been a slacker a half asser/
Just a Back packer they heard and simply refer to as that rapper/
But you never know what I have in my bag if tricks/
Ain't have to lie and tell nobody I was packing bricks/
But even so it's still some dope that i had to mix/
That they rip out the plastic just to have they fix/