Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Just fucked up a check on clam chowder and shrimp, think I shoulda got lobster My homie Coupe told me next time that I land we gon' do it real proper Scuffed up my J's, was a wonderful day for a walk on the beach Took a swim, smoked a blunt, took a nap, damn I got sand in my sheets Spend a week in The West, but I flew from The East Wake up early in the morning, breath stankin’ as I’m yawning on these California streets All gas, no brakes, that’s the lingo round The Bay, swang it or don’t bring it Pull up fifteens got my trunk bangin’ Customers on line one got my phone ringing All about my paper think you need to make a payment Married to the game think you need to get acquainted Fresh taper in my scraper going dummy while I’m swangin’ Hol’ up Just got a call from the plug, posted in the ‘jects with the dealers and the thugs Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Let’s Ride Westside Let’s Ride Just popped a thizzler, might nine inch your sister Henny my cup, platinum cookies my swisher Don’t keep it trilla than I can’t fuck witcha’ Bullies in hoodies with fullies come getcha’ Women, weed, weather, shit can’t get no better Provolone, mozzarella, fucking up this cheddar Get your hood stomped out like Def Jam Vendetta Shout out FEDE, we doin’ everything forever Need chips with my dip and I don’t need no lip Empty a clip let you ghostride the whip Mind on my grip and I’m gon’ make it flip Lean on the switch feeling throwed than a bitch Drankin’, thizzin, smokin’, coastin’ Forty, water, splash, ocean Gas, brake, dip, yokin’ Headed, to the, town, Oakland On a money making mission getting to the paper Mobbin’ with the squad, all black like the Raiders Real with my players, no love for the haters Smoking vapors, hella flavors, in a fresh pair of Taylor’s Hol’ up Just got a call from the plug, posted in the ‘jects with the dealers and the thugs Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Let’s ride Westside Let’s ride

Sippin’ this robo got me moving slow-mo Party on sixth I’m riding down SoCo Keep a nine on me I’m flexin’ like Romo R.I.P. Chad, I’m draped out in Polo I got a call from Dee the G he said, “Motherfuck a hater” That’s my big brother like Kane and Undertaker I hopped in the slab and I’m swangin’ like nunchucks The plug hit me up party time kowabunga Four door C-Class but I drive it like a Hummer Let the top back let ‘em know we killin’ this summer Still rockin’ Polo and its fuck Hilfiger Keep a small circle only fuck with trill N****s Came from the sewer ain’t a damn thing pretty Now a country boy living in the big city Bad bitches at my show, let me sign them titties Party in the third ward, shout to H-Town Diddy Chrome on my tires so I’m sitting on shredders Looking fly as I glide in my ride, Clyde Drexler Grippin’ on the grain so I might get a splinter Kinda hungry from the munchies so it’s pizza for dinner I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello Name ain’t Knievel but stunt what I do Pray to Jesus when I let back my roof R.I.P. Pimp, these are country rap tunes And if I ain’t chopped and sc-screwed it ain’t mus’ Moved from the sticks, got a house in the hills And I know I snowbunny that told me come thru and chill From the H-Town so you know that she trill She down to ride, call her April O’neil Just popped a seal, hope it don’t spill Death to the fake, life to the real Sitting on leather, oh what a feel Whippin' and sippin', Jesus take the wheel You can smell the scent when I open the door Got kush, got drank and I need mo’ Might pour a fo’, holla at your bo’ Don’t forget a pack of them swishers from the sto’ Shout out to Doodie, X-man, Quita, Possum Living at the top, know we started from the bottom Nine seven nine, two five six know I got ‘em Roll up a blunt then we pass it like Stockton Shout out to Dez and shout out to Bogan This for the Ville, this for Magnolia-Logan Don’t get it twisted Cuz got that extend Shoot your lame ass like duck hunt on Nintendo Mayne I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello I got my windows down Sippin’ this robo got me moving slow-mo See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello Sippin’ this robo got me moving slow-mo Just call me Donatello

Scoot over a lil bit Yea, right there Oooyea, yea Oooyea, yea Sit right here is what I told her I feel the liquor taking over She got her legs wrapped ‘round my shoulders She turned my face into a sofa Roses are red, violets are blue I get off at two, then I’m coming thru Got so little time, got some much to do So many positions, girl which one to choose? You can ride that cowgirl, you can ride that surfboard Up in it for so long I pay rent like a landlord My fragrance by Versace, hers by Chanel Baby got a donkey, so Imma pin the tail Hol’ up Enough with the talking, it’s time for some licking When I get the sticking you gon’ be dr-drippin’ Girl I’m a dog, I’m gon’ eat that kitty Much puncture a lung, might rupture a kindey Suit and tie on, you gon’ get this business You’ve been a bad girl, so come get these whippings Your screams got the neighbors suspicious Your forbidden fruit taste delicious This dick ain’t a given This dick is a gift and a privilege Mile high, be your sky captain When you’re climaxing Mayday, I’m going down If I drown Imma die happy Sit right here is what I told her I feel the liquor taking over She got her legs wrapped ‘round my shoulders She turned my face into a sofa Girl stay right there hold that camera still Come sit on my grill call it Netflix and chill Four in the morning when shit got too real Her hands on my jimmy, I gave her that steel Going so hard like I just popped a pill Put me on death row and you’d be my last meal Sun coming up and you’re still in my bed First meal of the day , call it breakfast n head Girl you look good in a beater and boy shorts Now girl bite that pillow and scream till your voice hoarse Girl you look good in sweatpants and house shoes Now girl go down low and show me what that mouth do She sent me a text said “last night was amazing” I sent her one back and said “girl you so tasty” Need dope dick, you know I’m the plug Have designer sex on designer drugs Would hesitate to say I’m in love But it’s a couple things you remind me of You remind me of my Benz I wanna ride it You remind me of my Card I won’t decline it She turned my face into a seat Sit back and get comfy She turned my face into a couch Imma make you love me Sit right here is what I told her I feel the liquor taking over She got her legs wrapped ‘round my shoulders She turned my face into a sofa Oooyea, yea Oooyea, yea

I’m on my way, I’m always late, what else is new? Instead of being mad at me here’s what to do Put on your favorite playlist, candles set the mood Take off that dress, that bra, that thong, leave on them boots Every time you leave it always seems too soon Let’s get married in Vegas, vacation on the moon That’s what I call a real honeymoon Will you load that money counter full of hundreds boo? Just call me Yogi-Pooh Will you be my picnic basket full of honey boo? And I don’t mean to compare you to food But I love how you turn the bedroom to a table for two The way you move, did I mention your body so smooth? The definition of perfection, no room to improve Next to you in the nude is my favorite view Now let your pulse keep the tempo of my favorite tune Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Soon as I wake up you just fuck my whole day up Wondering how you look so good with no makeup Sometimes I wish we’d argue just to make up Then make duplicates of our genetic makeup I pray to The Most High we never break up For you I’d hold a bank up and take a pay cut We do cute shit like, Eskimo kisses, rubbing noses Think you farted one time, I couldn’t tell ‘cause it smelled like roses Under your spell, must be witchcraft or some hocus-pocus Sounds like Flying Lotus but this beat make by Shinoshis You fine like a diner somewhere with fine chinaware Plus you look extra good with your lion hair Worth more than a dime, you’re fine ninety nine Get lost in your eyes just to pass the time Can’t see the future but the present is in your behind And y’all don’t need to know her name just know I call her mine Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Grammy I think you deserve a Grammy I think you deserve a Grammy

I woke up bright and early on a Thursday Bought big sis a Basquiat for her birthday Work hard for this shit but I play with that cash I’m spending it quick but I make it right back Can’t take it when you leave We don’t build walls; we build bridges and burn trees Politricks with these crooked policies Out maneuver cops while hopping in and out of V’s Fuck dying on my knees, I got children to feed A family with wants and needs It seems, that freedoms everything but free Searching for inner peace, a quiet place to grow my seeds How far will you go to satisfy your greed? Pride will get you killed, learned that from Apollo Creed Even Sway don’t have the answers They’re searching for tax breaks instead of a cure for cancer Wait, put my hands on my ex, that shit was hard to take Flew to the Golden State, almost jumped off the Golden Gate With my luck, shit, I’d probably make it Come out cold and naked I’m good, call me Michael Phelps Cakeman Let me stop playing, I pray for patience in hopes for greatest My palace painted, my chalice tainted from purple drankin’ My pockets caking, the block was quaking, the haters hating My paths forsaken? The fuck you saying? I gotta make it I shake it off, thru the lobby, break the vault Mama call me DJ, it’s CJ from San Andreas fault She was working late, dad overseas a couple months Before them suits I had them bundles tucked like cummerbunds Her only son, gifted like Christmas, the holy one Sippin’ Arnold Palmer with my gun, now that’s a hole in one Blam, blam, Steph Curry, it never jam You know I had to kill the flow one time for Killa Cam The trillest fam, I call the plug, come get your mans Before I had an instagram I had them instant grams Strapped with the tooley, highway to hell, I bust a uey Mama ain’t raise no fooley magooley, bitch I’m Huey

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 p-p-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