Zooted Up (freestyle)

Look at who it is, it's Mr. Smoke, a lot of gas Mr. put red dots on you like a heat rash A fuckin' lyricist, one of Colorado's finest Bitch, it's Prince G, refer to me as your highness Gotta shine so bright, I can make it go blind Bitch, if you ain't got your shades on But if you got some lenses, you can see the real in me Just link with my P.I.C, S-O-L, that's my slat Yeah, we in a tight liaison I'm bout to keep my J's on and kick my feet up I don't gang bang, but my pockets throwin' C's up We always told them we'd be somethin', they never believed us But now they see us, yeah, we gettin' to that fast money Now all I need is that really make it last money I could retire cause how much I got in the stash money Pass money to foundations and communities And to all the people, that ain't have them opportunities That I did growin' up, although it was kinda rough I know that compared to others, my blessings was up So I'm stayin' humble, at the same time stayin' hungry All my dreams go way farther than just bein' some flunky That made it in the rap game and copped a couple gold chains And gotta troll niggas on the internet to get money Nah, I'm better than that, I think I'm way too talented I think I'm way too nice to be compared to all the averages And if you lookin' for me, you can find me where the cabbage is And I ain't talkin' kicks, but my bank account's got new balances Gone Got you, let me see somethin', let me rip it All right, man, say less, yeah, yeah I'm a baller, I don't think you understand I got vans and bands to make a hundred bitches dance Shot caller, draw my bullets, make them dance I was spinnin' the block while you was pissin' in your pants I might rob ya, take the product out your hands Tell you buy it back, then I'ma rob your ass again Supplier, all the niggas got is fire Exotic, so frosty, nigga, I'm smokin' on papaya The cypher, make it hot like jambalaya I make it hot like jambalaya The cypher, make it hot like jambalaya This a, mister, big dope smoker Diamonds on my neck, a hundred thousand for the choker All my young niggas touch more bread than a toaster Cop lights behind me, but we ain't pullin' over Big block Hemi in the old school Nova Switchin' whips, got more Glocks than a Rover Stumpin' on the gas and I'm smokin' some potent Niggas are some rats and I ain't talkin' bout some roadies Niggas is all cap, man, they ain't makin' no sense Me and my niggas with some bitches in the ocean Destined for greatness, always knew that I was chosen Bitches to Texas from Toronto like I'm Derozan