P.R, Stan Forebee, Blu, Dessy Hinds - Started lyrics

Uh, picture these stories how
Could you find me? (Right)
On top of everything
Committed no wedding ring
Just a groupie headaches
I can’t even label unsettling
Cheers to the haters for the
Scores that I’m settling
Numbers on the board
I’m calling shots once they hit the floor
(Swish) less is more
I give them if they paying extra for it
Fuck it if she foreign, guilt trips touring
While thinking bigger over blueprint plans
Just for the storage tell a locksmith
I’m breaking codes over flows
Once I drop shit stay in my pocket
No wonder the foes can’t stop him
My road too advanced
Bigger plans in my hands
You just roll the dice
No wonder why I don’t leave this to chance
Dance
(Too advanced, bigger plans in my hands)
(Roll the dice
No wonder why I don’t leave this to chance)

Uh, I’m the man
Rubber band around my bands and my pants
Hammer pants, it just so happens I can dance
Touch japan with one hand
Your land with the left
Yo man, I’m hot as hell, no
Man my jams is death, conan
Barbarian bars bearers my chest
My bars is all I got besides
My balls and my breaths
Spill my ink on your sheets like this is sex
Complex mechanism machine tech
Wreck the rhythm
So as I connect to the ocean
When I flowing every morning
Never woke forever dope never change clothing
Gold chain swinging, Chain gang singing
Gang bang trap songs clapping off demons
Cashing out frequent, catch me out creeping
Every weekend with the ink
Pen like we freaking
Just before I begin, another episode
A tape deck explodes, we still in wreck mode