The Messenger lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
What up T.I.P
Yeah
Cyhi

[Verse]
I'm 26 still a vet in my sport
I got jury duty so I wore my necklace to court
I'm going ham so I invested in pork
I'm bout my green so I'm finna catch a jet to New York
Old school Chevy with a tork
Cell phone on my hip right next to the torch
You step on my porch I suggest you abort
Desert Eagle kick back like the leg on the horse
My b*tches is bi my dishes is tie
I'm falunt with a blunt b*tch I live in the sky
Cuz I'm burning dro on 24s
That's how all my n*ggas roll
Pimpin' hoes like PSC
Get with the joystick then play her like the PS3
Then jump inside the EXT
Ya b*tch easy like A,B,C,D,E,F,G
n*gga

[Outro]
Yeah
This sh*t too easy
b*tch easy n*gga
Cyhi
Jack of all tradess
Master of nothin'
Nah I can't say that cuz I master all the styles