Gas in my lungs
Blunt to my face
This dope got me floating in outta space
**** out the way
It’s time to get paid
This is the song where a legend is made
No little bitch this is not a charade
I will show you the definition of pain
Had to show taking those blunts to the brain
Because they only managed to **** up my lane
I was getting addicted to that Mary Jane
But that shit was good so I can’t complain
She’s in her blouse
She’s in my house
I might just **** around and make her my spouse
I can not **** with you, you is a mouse
You are just known for running your mouth
So just keep moving before shit goes south
And if you want smoke, then shit can go down
But I advise that you move around
Cuz ppl don’t play fair in my town
Hit him with a left hook
Hit him with a right hook
Got his head backwards now that boy looking ****ing shook
1 pac, 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
Who is this **** nigga at my door
Oh it’s my bitch with his Christian Dior
I was about to make her ****ing soar
Bout to send her ass to sandy shore
But tell Trevor I don’t want no war
Fool
I don’t **** with rules
So I ain’t **** with school
Looks like there’s nothing left for me to do but eat some food
And legally tote my tool
Run up on me you is a fool
Cuz I will legally blow yo ass down then go home and chill in my pool
Cruising down the street with my pink dolphin
I’m just coolin while everyone just talks shit
To me bitch, failure is not an option
You **** with me, proceed with caution
Bitch, I am a Scorpio you know we’re toxic
Might be the reason you ****ing got sick
Better learn how to stop the ****ing gossip
And how to change the ****ing topic
But I’m not toxic
But I’m not toxic yeah
So please stop labeling me and these Scorpios in these boxes yeah
Up in these boxes
Up in these boxes yeah
Before I pounce on you like I was a herd of foxes
Space Guardian