Shoes

Okay

No Ceilings, **

Good morning

** in your mouth while you're yawning

I'm goin' in

Gudda, why they started me?

Marley, why they started me?

I'll bring it to your front door

Like you ordered me

Back in this **

But a lot more rich

On my Papa Bear **

Need hot porridge

Got a lot more **

Than you could ever fathom

A big-head **

Couldn't even imagine

The ** I do

Most doers never done

I'ma ** this beat

Ya **, ooh, ya better cum

Bet I run this **

I don't run from **

I'll still beat your **

Like a **ing drumstick

Weezy **ing baby, baby

Make the ladies come quick

The money can't fit in my pockets

But I bet that gun fit

And I'm so unfit

'Cause all I eat is rappers

And these rappers ain't **

I like my fast food faster

Syrup got me slow

Like a turtle 'round this ho

And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho

Whats the word around this ho?

You'll get served around this ho

Yeah, you'll get served

Like a **ing hors d'ouvre around this ho

I don't splurge around no ho

No, I don't shine in front of no **

'Cause after she get off my **

I be like, "Find the front door, **"

I don't know why in the ** your ** keep coming by

I done **ed your ** a hundred times

What the ** your ** got on her mind?

My **ing **

I call her **head

Spicy like a Big Red

Strike you like a Bic head

Your flow sick? My ** dead

Sillier than V.I.C. said

Soulja Boy and Arab

You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance

I call it the Nae-Nae dance

Proud to be Nae-Nae's dad

Gun on the waistline

Leave you in the wasteland

We are not the same

I am a Martian, this is Space Jam

No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen

Motherfucking caveman

Beating on my chest

Young Money, Cash Money

And I'm eating all the rest

**, no offence

Sorry if you're offended

Riding high like I'm on 54 inches

Man, I'd rather chill with 54 **es

Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo

Let's get mo'

Let's get mo' **es

And I be like, "Let's get mo' **es"

Mr. Officer, stop arresting your **es

Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business

Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney

Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh

Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh

I-I-I do me

No, I do three

At a T-I-M-E

Why when we

Say we Young Mula

The **es leave y'all

And relay run to us

And payday comes sooner

Than later 'round here

And you see my sharks

Like they got some bait around here

Hey, you better stop the hate around there

Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there

Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care

Hold court, hearing, trial, and the case around there

I'm the best thing yet

I know I got that thing wet

Everybody wanna be fly

But don't know where their wings at

Had to pause for a minute

Now I'm right back in it

Like the drawers of the women

On a scale of 1 to 10

And my girl be a 20

My girls so bad

Make a ** think he's sinnin'

My goons so gritty

My goons is so with me

Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me

Gators, Matadors

Baboons, and those Grizzlies

All come out me

When I'm on the micropho-n-e

Mic check, 2, 3

I am different like blue pee

And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be

Like a hoopty

Man, the boy been riding

And I ain't gassed up, cause I'm more like a hybrid

You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just surviving

And I've been here, but my soul is just arriving

Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin

No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing

Medication free

And for meditation we

Smoke some better tasting **

That you'll ever taste or see

S-H-A-R-P

As a tack

Hotter than

Riding through the desert on a camel back

I done been

Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped

I ain't lying

I can do whatever if I'm planning that

So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack

And we cook the hard, cut the soft

And bring the whammies back

Mafio, **, where your motherfucking family at?

Call my ** Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back

All up in another **'s woman, I be ramming that

Seeing through these see-through **s like they're laminate

Hip-hop so contaminate

I swear, just examine it

And I'm such a philanthropist

The God to these Evangelists

I dress all Los Angeles

But I love Miami though

I act so New Orleans

Yes, I go Pistachios

That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me

And the **es is so at me

And you know what they throw at me, ha

No Ceilings