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 n****s though 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 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