Bad habits die hard
Used to bite my nails and I started that in sixth grade
And now I'm smokin' blunts and sippin' syrup in a sick way
Stickin' to them, never broken, but there's scratches on my psyche
Hopin' that I find the right key, the right drug, hopin' that I get lifted up to Cloud 9
Results is hangin' on my mind, fuck an A-level, I'm a rapper dawg
The universe is clappin', what the fuck I need a university for?
I'm kickin' it, slowed down, ponderin' what the future holds
Man I'm talented, the fuck I need a future fo'?
Phallic shaped clouds and they got me here gigglin'
Know not many men is flickerin' his flame, like hes Waka Flocka
Got the energy supply it like a Frenchman, I'm a lion, call me Mustafa's father
Not bothered, hear these rappers talkin' they just yadda yadda
Can't stop 'em, they shouldn't even try, they just cannon fodder
And your boy comin' through, Joseph Kony with an army of koalas
Out in Australia, smokin' nuggets, deconstructed, I'm just kickin' it, kickin' it
Lips blistered, smoke till you whistlin'
Got whiskers, wayward as I'm whittlin' my way in
Tell these blogs I can't pay em as I'm prayin' that my name get passed around a party like a pigskin
I'm in Great Britain, the home of the brave, where there's prisons where niggas can't see their children
I'm, 'imma just fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in
I'm, 'imma go in for the war crimes of Obama
Nah, that's drama, lay it on the tarmac, all fours, all flat
I sight enemy combatants, I'm just rappin', but I can't lose sight
Turkey sandwich to my right on my ADHD shit
Point A to Point B shit, point shit out, I'm Captain Obvious
Got talent, they flockin' to ya boy as soon as he hit a million views
A million bucks, a million screws loose, but that's soon though
Better keep an eye out as I'm hopin that I find a supplier to market me
Walter White on my Gus Fring shit, on my Twitter bio next to the pic
I'm on my Link shit, no Legend of Zelda but I'm thinkin 'bout the Gannondorfs
Hopin' I fall off ofcourse, want it so bad, hungry for this rap shit
Gimme a plate, I'm fantastic, Illmatic a nigga fate as I'm rippin' thru the plastic
You know the chemistry is drastic with powders from the Madras region
Yeah I got a nigga she speak Marathi, can I get into yo' party?
Svāgat āhe, namaskār majhī hoḍi māsaḷyaṅni bharlī āhe
My hovercraft is full of eels now let me in yo' party
Help me out
Lips blistered, smoke till you whistlin'
Got whiskers, wayward as I'm whittlin' my way in
Tell these blogs I can't pay em as I'm prayin' that my name get passed around a party like a pigskin
I'm in Great Britain, the home of the brave, where there's prisons where niggas can't see their children
I'm, 'imma just fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in, fill 'em in