Brutal lyrics

Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah

Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I'm glad I never used cocaine, 'cause I would be an addict

Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit

They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern

A payday pattern, the fake ID said "JJ Adams"

My other one was stolen by a Madame

She whispered to the hooker like, "We have him"

She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like

Gotta make it home because my wifey said it's cookie night

Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie

I think I might boogie

Bread stack, head crack, I'm a G

Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee

All white, alright, I'm the hood pope

Break night, take flight, got the good dope

Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter

True fact, I'm a live wire

Got denied at the red light district

Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick

My life is the fountain of youth

Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get felt in the booth

Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth

Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot

Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars

Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars