[Hook x2]

Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin' mouth

Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae

All them niggas 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 shit to drop

Niggas wish whether we flop divac

Flock to take me a boombox, every fucking 2 knocks

I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped

Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and bitch I'm at the beach

Bitch I'm at the beach, (oh) bitch I'm at the beach

With a childish flow, that means this shit is at your reach

I'm here to keep it g, from the eyes (i's) 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, bitch I'm next to die

(Die) consider me invisible, and also one mentally fucked individual.

(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around)

[Hook x2]

Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin' mouth

Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae

All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say

I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm cassius clay.

[Verse 2]

Why the fuck got these niggas gotta hate for?

I got a lot of shit they can't pay for

Cooler than the beach, fuck the lakeshore

You niggas take six, well I'm a take more

I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard, and I get up in your bitch and boguard [both gone?]

Niggas riding waves without the chauffeur

I'm a drown your ass and take your surfboard (pussy!)

My shit stink, no cushion whoopie

Goldberg I beat the track goldberg

Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward

Nigga sat and playing madden on the couch, bored

Slower, you mother fuckers goin' nowhere

Except for taking grandma to the store

Turn the television on and check the score

And trail like a tail on a fucking horse.