[ Featuring Foul Mouth ]
It's the rap Tommy James, back on top of things
Bout to be the hottest topic on the stock exchange
I'mma push a bucket, I don't wanna cop the range
Biggie put it best, money make shit complicated
Now I'm feeling awful jaded like I'm stuck in the mud
Having dreams of nominations while I'm puffin' the bud
You know the Grammys, whatever, you know I'm planning for better
Settle down with a baddie and put a family together
You looking too salty, let me pass you the pepper
Ain't never gotta question whether Castor's a repper
Spittin' raps in the mecca of Model Ts and Motown
Where shit can go down with clips and fo' pounds
Equipped for showdowns, Wild Wild West shit
Better inspect it, the secret that's best hid
Bitcoin, y'all the shittiest investments
This ain't ya cup of tea? Listen to XXXTentacion
Yeah I'm living with the sickness
I'll chop ya up with the quickness
Yeah I'm living with the sickness
Beating on em like I'm Marv Marinovich
You always been a bitch, yo cars is rented bitch
I'm often with the shits like toilet bowls
Yeah I got that royal flow, plans I'm bout to foil those
Gentleman with chivalry but never spoil hoes
Ms. Pac-Man they eat me up insert them coins and go, shit
They bow at my feet like I was anointed Pope
F*ck your advice, I don't need no pointers, bro
Kicking funky shit up in the snake pit
We make hits, still the shit they bump is basic
Minus twenty outside, I call it Day 6
I stay lit, always puffin on that great piff
Face lifts and teeth grinding, bitch we be wyling
Since they can't out rap me, wanna be violent
Eating chilli, sipping Bud Light and free styling
Bars you gotta hear twice, go back and rewind it
Yeah I'm living with the sickness
I'll chop ya up with the quickness
Yeah I'm living with the sickness
