For the baggage To fill with green nappa Gotta shred that cabbage Elbow grease out Gold wrist with a diamond twist The Goat Gray groovy Blow moss and turf We stay moss [Bridge Locomotive luxury Coasts through Atlantic I'm the King of Atlantis Got my crown in my hands I got my pound in my hand I love traffic Yeah One Two Three Four stacks I'm almond butttter in public OK I only smoke moss Gents just order them Dump it in bucket My shawty should know What to expect as a fan Hold up Ain't folding Man I'm a father figure polishing a classic I cleanseɔn All the paper I printed for her gums My numerical syntax convinces the slums I'm in Puerto Rico She flippin' her tongue Hold up Twisted Originated this stride BLOW clad in profit design K-W for short Supplying All I know is Music multiplies Riding in the city Buggin' on the highway Baby I'm a pure Reppin' Eastin wherever I be Steppin' in deep OK Listen I paid attention Lean'in tomorrow Like advanced mathematicians You shoulda heard The wind shift then Was so loud it rang And created suspicion Hey Hey Guess who got missed out the equation? Me You thought I was jokin' and playin' Your surprise was my ray gun Hold up Let's logic this situation Tryin' to rewire incarceration That's the elimination Process of all brothers I will not accept that No Ideal to express fact Yo Riding in the city Buggin' on the highway Baby I'm a pure Reppin' Eastin wherever I be Steppin' in deep shit