[Verse 1: Momo]
It's the philosophical
Sending doctors to hospitals
Fill my pockets with rocket fuel
Sick mind, inoperable
Opposite of the gospel
Opposite of apostles
Tryna stop all the sinning, I swear that sh*t is impossible
Flow's oxymoronical
Comical f*cking chronicle
You know, why ladies they
Visit, the kind's conjugal
Rappers f*cking making me
Sick to my abdominal
Willis, "What I'm talkin bout"
Phyllis, and I'm Michael Scott
You already know, blunts of that medical
SUS GANG, knock you n*ggas off of ya pedestal
Selling kids, bags of broccoli, I call it con-nobis
The type to sell whiskey at Alcoholic's Anonymous
I'm a bad influence, probably cause I'm under it
Don't consent to searches, these f*cking cops can suck a di*k
Flow wetter than summer weather hitting ya under pits
Punchlines softer than a bunter hits
f*cking b*tch