Regular and Complex [GNB]

Welcome to my world, visions like my mind
On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear, tip toe
Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena
Play my cards with a poker face
Sometimes I feel like the only race
Racing, speeding, still hungry like
I ain't eating, call it even
A spade a spade, some other hoes
But I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley
I'm the dutch master, I'll box you
Boy like Cassius
Put 'em in a casket, like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os
Step up in the building, something like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here
Better than my last, uh
Mortal thought, living through all of y'all
Treat this shit like my only child
Son of God calculate my visions
What I want is how I'm living
You might win some, but you just lost one
This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son
If you double cross, you hit the floor
Allen Ison young, dumb motherfucker
Life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her
Been a real good motherfucker
So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch
Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real niggas will be
Down for the cause?

Some days are made for reminiscing
Drug dealers with no product or
Pot to even piss in
Permission by granted God we see Allah
Molecules, minuscule
And regardless of who you are
You a part of early stardom
I believe we all achieve
In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem
Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine
Quick to choke a nigga, I be tryna bitch mine
Shorty sweet like clementine
I rap for the niggas that make
Beats but never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs
I compose my sixteens
Before eighty-eight keys
The first time I did drugs
It was making the beats
MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep
Everybody's a snake
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
See it when they coming
Then I heat they ass up
Young, dumb motherfucker
Life's guns and butter
My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble
Tell karma I love her
Been a real good motherfucker
So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money
I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch
Machiavelli on my thoughts
How many real niggas will be
Down for the cause?

If rap was illegal
You bitch niggas wouldn't even write a bar
Shit, I'd probably be behind bars
Raising the bar through these bars
I am at the bar taking shots of Henny
Telling the bartender about all of my flaws
I'm in love with hip-hop not from the allure
I am sure
Every single dog gets it's day on the cross
No labels telling me fables, bitch
I am my own boss
Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off
Supreme entity, public enemy
Energy that I'm harvesting
In pursuit of the riches
I want more green than them army men figures
So much 'shrooms and acid that my thoughts
Are tangled and twisted
Like gangbanger fingers
Right before they flick on the
Trigger and dismantle your ligaments
Metal fragments will hit you
So many holes in a nigga
That when the wind blows, he whistles
Bet that I could read your mental
With my finger on temple
And learn the deepest
Darkest secrets that your shadow
Will tell you
Cause you heard that I'm a better beast and
Stay closer to jay like a memory
And if your eyes ain't bloodshot
You need to get some better weed
Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty
In a stolen V
Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord
Flexing
Like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids
Sexing bad exotic chick on top of your boy
Chip on my shoulder
Only if chips involved, motherfucker
"I see you got yourself a
Little business going well
That's good, that's good, when
You make that paper
But when you making paper
You gotta learn some
Rules to go with it you gotta learn
The difference between guns and
Butter there's two types
Of niggas in this world: there're niggas
With guns and niggas with butter
Now what are guns? The
Guns, that's the real estate there's
Stocks and bonds, artwork
You know shit that appreciates
With value what's the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry
All that other bullshit that
Don't mean shit after you buy it
That's what it's all about
Guns and butter baby!
Lil' dumb motherfuckers"