Fear And Loathing In Los Angeles

(专辑： Fine Art - 2021)

Yeah, yeah
Beats by Choc

Okay, drug pack looking like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money coming in, that's constant
At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster
Y'all need to quit that gossip
It don't write checks and it don't make profit
I'm on the road like a year-old tire
The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic

Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trending topic
Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trending topic

Okay, I'm really vibing
No wonder all of his haters won't get beside him
I took a macro dose of living my dreams
And a micro of psilocybin
When I was broke, it was just scheming, conniving
He get provoked after seeing where I've been
Could've been you if you put this much effort in
Ain't on the come up no more, I'm arriving
Yeah, y'all can't focus enough 'cause you busy deciding
Knew I'd be rich when I came out the pussy
The doctor was holding a diamond
I dropped out of school
And told 'em, "I'm hustling, I can't be doing assignments"
Getting my tarot cards read
I've been a bald head 'cause it's all in alignment
Okay, I run laps looking like Usain Bolt
Put a pussy in a Liu Kang choke
Homie wanna beef with the big boys
'Til the big toys came out, now it's, "You can't smoke"
I done smoked DMT with my girl, saw fractals
Got the drive like I turned both axels
Did LSD once
And I saw what Eve was tryna see when she bit in that apple

Okay, drug pack looking like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money coming in, that's constant
At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster
Y'all need to quit that gossip
It don't write checks and it don't make profit
I'm on the road like a year-old tire
The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic

Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trending topic
Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trending topic

Okay, I busted straight through the veil of reality
Ain't no bread in your pockets
It's like you dieting and counting the calories
Man, I hustle like no other
Picture them only paying me salary
Had no potential, I pulled this shit outta me
Just to shit on all the people who doubted me
Yeah, and to wreak in front of people who proud of me
In the car spaceship
Reason why I'm in a whole different galaxy
I should've been in some academy
But I'm a rolling stone like my daddy
The motorcycle tires all chrome
Your price sitting low like the Cadi
Price on ya head if I want it
Chip off the block, I'm a stunter
Dice in the lobby at the strat
Gotta make it stack before summer
Hit a motherfucker where it hurts
You could never hurt me, it's a bummer
And besides Weezy F, I'm
The hardest rapper ever signed to Stunna

Drug pack looking like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money coming in, that's constant
At Ruth's Chris, I don't eat at Red Lobster
Y'all need to quit that gossip
It don't write checks and it don't make profit
I'm on the road like a year-old tire
The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic

Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trending topic
Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trending topic