Kudo

(álbum: Phantom - 2012)

All gold revolver, for the suicide
Gold bullets, two gold brains, when I shoot to die
I'm asking chicky-D's, can I supersize, my happy meal?
Then I'm dipping out with dolla', and we yelling Guten Tag.
People trying to crucify us
Steady spitting lucid fire, I'm ludicrous
I know a bitch I wanna take home, like a new messiah
People used to mock, my goofy attire
Now everybody, trying to get like Chester
Saying "ooh, tight as fuck"

And he high too, tryin'a stay lifted, like his high IQ
Strolling down the island, of the dutty, blurting "I do!"
Hair hella long, like I use newgrowth
Never popping guns, but I'm steady, shooting kudos
Same one, never catch me caking, with a new ho
Unless we on break, then I'm banking up, a new roll
King sized paper, shooting lasers, to the new folk
Ring side places, for the lakers, that's a new hope
Nigga