Samurai lyrics

[Hook] (x2)
Cadillac gold grills in my motherf*ckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them n*ggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay

[Verse 1]
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I work to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this sh*t to drop
n*ggas wish whether we flop Divac
Flocka to take me a boombox, every f*cking tune knocks
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and b*tch I'm at the beach
b*tch I'm at the beach, (oh) b*tch I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this sh*t is out your reach
I'm here to keep it G, from the eyes how I see
You're here to be a B-I-T on my D
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought, got you petrified, b*tch I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally f*cked individual

[A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around]

[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 2]
Why the f*ck got these n*ggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of sh*t they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, f*ck the lake shore
You n*ggas take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin di*k, I go hard, and I get up in your b*tch and bogart
n*ggas riding waves without the chauffeur
I'mma drown your ass and take your surfboard (pus*y!)
My sh*t stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
n*gga sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you motherf*ckers goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a f*cking horse