Trilly Nelson

Promethazine in my cream soda, strawberries in my champagne
 Codeine in my Ice Tea, I'm smoking Granddaddy Purp watching Purple Rain
 Just popped a pill for breakfast, Percocet for my back pain
 Already having problems sleeping, so I don't touch that Cocaine
 Sixteen got my first Benz, nineteen had my first kid
 Teacher thought I wouldn't be shit, graduated in '06
 Left the city in twenty ten, came back in twenty twelve
 A&Rs thought I wouldn't sell now my alias is on the mail
 Professor of this pimpin', the captain of this trappin'
 Mufasa of the the lions, Rafiki of this rappin'
 I'm 'bout action, they 'bout actin'
 Ain't afraid to scuffle, I hear the words you're speaking but the truth is slightly muffled
 Build a tipi to a mansion, a picture from a puzzle
 The Huey of the hustle, survivor of the struggle
 Born ready to rumble, bring muscle to a tussle
 Put a potato on the muzzle now your tomatoes a puddle
 Catch me at SFO with a duffle and a truffle
 When it comes to that queso like my pesos by the bundle
 Drop heat in the winter time then lay low all summer
 These niggas thought I was finished then I came back with another
 My homie's mama died now he stressin'
 Wish I knew just what to say so I could help him
 I told him "keep your head up and count your blessings"
 I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson
 Mayne, shit ain't been the same since the election
 Feel like I can't leave the house without my weapon
 Police ain't in the streets for my protection
 That's why I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson
 Platinum cookies in my Swisher Sweet, Styrofoam full of Texas Tea
 Bazooka in my backseat, got my shooter ridin' with me, call him Pistol Pete
 New year, same 'ol g, it's a new year, I need a new V
 Got my eyes on that G Wagon but I really want that sixty three
 Got laid off on my day off, gotta make this rap shit pay off
 Day and night, left and right, Bernie Sanders, Bernie Madoff
 She said she like my style, I told her "welcome to the club"
 If mugs grew on trees I'd be fresher than a mug
 Spent a hundred on a t-shirt, man I thought I had that wave
 Spilled some drank on my Medusa, had to throw that shit away
 Man, I miss the old days, playing 2K with J
 Might move to The Bay, sprinkle scallions on my steak
 Need some time to ventilate, let my soul rejuvenate, let the bud disintegrate
 Allow me to demonstrate, the style that you imitate
 I know that you finna hate
 While I count cash you ain't finna make
 Let them shots p-p-penetrate
 They pray to rap like Eminem but end up sounding feminine
 My mind be on them dividends, Mercedes Benz with my lady friend
 Rumors of retirement, its true, there's no denying it
 Who else supplying flyer shit?
 Who else supplying fire shit?
 Every time that I'm supplying it they end up crucifying it
 Address me as Your Highness, bitch
 Mount Zion to the lion's den
 My homie's mama died now he stressin'
 Wish I knew just what to say so I could help him
 I told him "keep your head up and count your blessings"
 I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson
 Mayne, shit ain't been the same since the election
 Feel like I can't leave the house without my weapon
 Police ain't in the streets for my protection
 That's why I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson