And I know none this certain, Tell the preacher I need service, Put a good word in shit. Yes I am the one, even though I got no conscience, Put trees in my lungs, make me shimmy like the locksmith, Yes I like the tongue, even though that shit get toxic, Tears fall from my eyes, never mind let’s change the topic, Stop it, got no love, I know the rest are priceless, Got me hypnotized, in the telep, I’m nauseous, cross-fib, Now I exercise on my monsters, Fly chick, but wait until you see it, I’m just painting what I know, My beast be trying to slip up in my coat, see it chrome, I can get real picky with the flows, be alone, Riding through the city sitting low, These shoes that cost this thing they got the soul, And I’m looking for it, maybe I’m a little too flexed,