(chorus) Tote gang, Timbs on who y'all kidding I been grown y'all on shit I been on cant see me, got tints on Tote gang, Timbs on lames telling me they off that that's exactly why i put it on cuz you ain't got the balls to rock that (verse 1) I'm an impulse buyer, if i want it i need that fresh outta rehab, went to the mall and had relapse sky got the tote bag, i left with about four bags now i got hella stickers in my pocket, and my kicks so fly man i call em rockets tryna stay with that romain, good green like romance pay me with that frozen turf, i'm talking bout cold cash no haircut in 4 months, passed up on bout 4 blunts passed up on bout 4 sluts, going ham and various cold cuts trucker on my nappy head, wayfarers on my lazy eye all black with some Timbs on, i should be repping that westide i ain't trendy, I'm a trendsetter y'all don't know what to do with that and making money cant be a trend cuz everybody ain't doing that (chorus) Tote gang, Timbs on who y'all kidding I been grown y'all on shit I been on cant see me, got tints on Tote gang, Timbs on lames telling me they off that that's exactly why i put it on cuz you ain't got the balls to rock that (verse 2) I'm an impulse buyer, if i see it i need that fresh outta rehab, went to the mall and had a relapse haters, getting towed away saw y'all lames in the store today u ain't fly carry on, Tote bag for my carry on I'm Minneapolis kid, tryna get head from twins call it metro dome your girl stay at my crib and she always let me beat like a metronome never been about backpacks, polo boots i been off that rhyme book in my tote, no scuffs on my Timberlands and i'll never trust a nigga that's telling me real talk real spit, the real walk what they talk..real talk and niggas ain't walking far but they running they lips bout how they running the game, but they ain't taking the trips that i just took on the plane, when i was out in the states tryna get on my flight, with patron by the case when i was in and out of this world, in out of your girl

killin these rappers with pen i do it with every sentence and i will never be seeing the pen i'll never do a sentene winning the race, not even peddling music u peddling, make u irrelevant stop all that meddlin, flow like a veteran angle flow yea it is heaven sent taken u rappers through hell again this is the shit i get busy on just blazin a drizzy on this is the kid that you should be on this is the way to go, turn off your radio future hall of famer without the bull like it was 1984 Got dang, lord knows, war flows good lord, have mercy im a motherfuckin beast I been working i been grindin i been on my feet aint just been kickin it so i will never know dee feet broke college student, looking like he passed Go I'm the shit, it's only right that i'm an asshole niggas used to tell me to get a feature for my beats only feature i need is one in a magazine they couldn't feel my vibe i was too xl for two xxl wish me well to my face when i'm gone they wish i fail told em not to hold their breathe, now they waiting to exhale classic like whitney houston before she knew how to inhale words are worth a lot so if i dropped a dime who could tell the weight of my rhymes explode in my mind like a bazooka shell Lord knows all, Lord knows all like he sitting courtside Lord knows I ball got an angel on my side Lord knows I called Lord got good taste, that angel got good face my whole career is payback, too all the niggas wayback that tried to kill my dreams of riding maybachs felt they were du to rag on me like i aint have my waves back now i'm ridin through the tide like louisiana state cats all my so called peers sit and cheer like cello thats hot you always on my nuts, you just like a mascot sippin on something thats spanish plottin on something thats haneous now i'm kissing on smoething thats spanish i should brush up on my spanglish rockin that sky welkin on my stair way to heaven preaching to a choir technically i a reverend in a world where a day job is a death sentence cuz every girl is now a model since they dress different she look like a star but only on facebook, only on facebook, only faebook these rappers going on hard but only on twitter, only twitter, i can't fuck with ya drizzy voice (you know me well nigga) stomping all on the beat, screaming 12 nigga every venue I'm at, every stage i be killin and i'm flossing while i do it, i dont need a filling i aint see you at the party damn cello where did you go me and sky were having dinner with chad hugo sorry if i missed it, see thats what i call a loop hole respect the cardinal rules get on your pujol old fans telling me they want another forget me not old haters telling me damn they love my new flow Lord knows that i can't please everybody i'm actin different, i'm denzeling my new role good Lord