S.N.O.R.T.

'Chemist, Bojack
 G.I. back to that one-way
 Where we at with it? Uhh
 227, Blockworks
 Let's get it
 I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)
 Started with a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal
 Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole
 Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos
 Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows
 How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros
 I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)
 Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load
 Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control
 It's moving too slow?
 Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)
 It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose
 Every time it touch
 It put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)
 No, this ain't Kweli, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured
 On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll
 I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Ugh)
 It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold
 The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come
 Yeah, us original
 Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred
 V12s, yeah
 Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah
 Ayo, VVS's super froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah)
 My uncle and his partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose
 And lately, I been curving groupie hoes but I get stupid chose
 'Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl
 Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em
 'Bout to toss that to Lord and them
 Fuck a whip, I need a space coupe
 We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!)
 Michael J. Fox jumping out the pot, Michael J. hops
 Fuck rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop
 Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah)
 Seven-figure nigga still at the store
 While my groupie bitches eatin' Domino's
 And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's
 My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load
 I don't trust a soul, so a nigga drove (Rrrr)
 Hit the County, I was in the hole
 With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours
 I'm checked in, vest in, big bunny rabbit don dada
 I remember when I seen a rapper
 Do a spot for 1-800-CRIMESTOPPERS
 I remember being on the run
 Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah)
 Crime lord, on Vice Lord, I'm the underground king, Godfather
 Nigga, what