DOONESBURY Lyrics

Something about this shit I can't figure it out

They say the harder the grind

The more bigger the house

They say the harder the grind

The more richer the spouse

You get this art by design

From one click of a mouse

Uh

I'm in the trap looking gorgeous

Ugly ass fiend cooking crack wit the oils

I took a small loss now I'm back wit the bosses

My bodyguards MAC will blow his ass into orbit

Scope on da machine is like the glasses on Norbit

Ironic cuz nobody saw shit, wen I torched it

My pad is enormous, chain flash & its flawless

My bitch is like the black Lucy Lawless, with large tits

Flair is the Man of the year

Tom Ford suit custom made curtesy of Vanity Fair

(I'm the fashion God!)

The night was young, stars was out

Moon shining, dogs barking, the wolves howling

The lights was bright cuz nice is like the sun!

Revolving revolver in the rari revving retarted

Don't get me started, not a regular artist

I wreck the market

The feds stalking, I hear em in my head talking

I got the sixth sense cuz really they be dead corpses

I paved the way you haters made a grave mistake to play wit jay

I party like it's 1888, I make these waves to stay

I send a thug Nigga to hell raising this crazy K

I blend the drug mixes so well

Everybody is dead inside, while me I feel extra alive

Except for the red in my eyes, I was smoking sour

The world better recognize, the future is televised

We headed to Mecca to find peace at the golden tower

Everybody is dead inside, while me I feel extra alive

Except for the red in my eyes, I was smoking sour

The world better recognize, the future is televised

We headed to Mecca to find peace at the golden tower

Meet you at the God hour!