It's like I'm tripping I'm totally stoned, my eyes dripping And drooping, you caught me I'm feeling loopy Addicted to lucid views And the liquor got me sicker Those prescriptions taste delicious Pop another pill for the thrill Let's act wacky Pupils dilate, and the room collapse at me Chill, not a big deal Let's add crack to the mixture I already told ya, I smoke doja It's the elixer I dab, and I rap Perhaps filthier than most of you cats Packing gats, you can't hack it Extended mag in my MAC aimed at your hat Blast it Swag in my Vans half-cabs, and I do magic Said I'm tripping I'm stone cold yo My rhyme freezing Savage on the pad, too bad My time to seize it Passing that grass to my man Sam LaCheez-it Damn, let's start a band I'm down, and undefeated Getting nasty on the mic Like Nas the prized poet Biggie tote the TEC's in the back, sippin the Moet I step up on the stage, and your girl she get so wet I'm wrecking every sentence in seconds, I go get it I kill it, check it My rhymes is maxed out Neck deep in Benjamin's, Benz is blacked out 2 Seater Beamer, her friend gets left out My M3, she DM me for sex now Might black out, won't tap out Back out, I'm out cruising Grey Goose, and Quaaludes You know my dudes do it Now I'm seeing Looney Tunes Pass doobs to Scooby Shrooms got the music booming That eighth trippy It's a trip I'd kill to chill with this chick She fucking with my Clipper Ain't flicking with no Bic's Clippers vs Bucks And the winners got the Knicks Courtside tickets at game 6 Bitches want my digits I'm mixing the sick hits Swish at half court Drive whips wicked as sin In my half-cabs, with tabs hidden in tin Findlay cap backwards Figures I'm gonna win It was written