Gas Pump

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Yo
Top of the craft, I’m rockin' the rap, fat pocket wannabe
Off in a dash, hop in the back, I called shotgun
Stop at the Shell, son of a dad when all thoughts run
Talk to myself, pumpin' the gas, I’m awestruck
Inner city schmucks butt kissin' for quick bucks
Turn nothin' into somethin', what’s missing? Hissing tongue
Slum villagers' filler ill as a gold shilling, pillow with the
Soap if bringin' up old feelings
What’s a little hair of the dog, fur of the pooch
I’m fairly involved, I dirty the boots up
Surely a blue, Kermit the frog burn a doob up
Heard she was new, certain the bra’s thirty-two cup
Same initials as pop singers and ball players
Alternative universe where the cops call neighbors
All favors done, flavored with sugar, label as love
Maybe I can move out of poppa’s place if I save enough
Wave in the front, jump in the back
The day of the month is not a concern
Tropical ferns call for extraction
Action and lights, packin' the house
Trackin' in dirt for rats and the mice
Master the verse, askin' ya nice
«Pass the advice», the grass in the pipe is priced half-off
Has he a vice? Smashin' the ice off a bad shoulder
Rolling his eyes, rolling the die, holding by
Any number coming up with his thumb fumbling lies
Size of the fight is fuckin' ridiculous
Somethin' meticulous, lookin' like I come with instructions
Stick fingers in light sockets, suckin' and lickin' it
Jumpin' Geronimo when they bottom out on the tip of it
Seek and destroy, he can enjoy weakening functions
Ethan deploys beats for the boys, speak of destruction
We can avoid squeakin' the toys of interruption
I just wanna be the best MC in the junction