Who can match the matcher
Your team stooped down and catch the ball like the back catchers
The AP download, coming for their masters
Tell 'em more metaphors that's better than yours
The porch monkeys who originally corporate flunkies
Working the modern field for evil money
The cotton pickers balance content on their heads
And get bigger
Pull up on the white horse, drink tea
Every house got a house wigger
Make 'em watch the donkeys
And wipe 'em down with water
Increase the effort that go forward
Society support gorillas through the evolution
Who walk awkward
Bring back the wrong orders
Straw hat tobacco pullers who move like caterpillars
Marcus Garvey Juniors add their two cents and write album fullers
Full communities up with impurities
Bananas for my gingerbread man, please come talk to me
Compel against negative speeches, with no velocity
It's like a gypsy tarot card reader
Getting off telling false prophecies
Satan puttin' more spark in plugs
To deceive y'all, let him increase his speed
Sprinkle salty ones with holy water
Some sound like mourners
Blast!
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no more
Blast!
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no more
Blast!
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no more
Blast!
Blast no more
Observe you watching TV on a La-Z-Boy
Fools texting back and forth, I guess
That's what they do seven days a week
Without a place to lay down and vocals to speak
A lot of people lollygagging at home, cooking pig feet
I'm an artist that writes so distinct
Many wanna mingle and be popped like pink
Take rappers and feed 'em supplies, the hungry with hot links
Y'all gon' mess around, winter gon' come around and spot me in a mink
With a bad broad in NBA seats, pay your bill for grilled cheese
Why would you thong tease?
I can see your baby girl flossing with fake titties
Home court advantage, I keep a basketball in every city
The hair around my private trimmed pretty
Sean Elliott, sipping Don P with Missy
A lot of people not doing business, don't miss me
They chasing a star that don't care about 'em
With dark windows rolled up in the Bentley
They treat him like a dog, Spud McKenzie
I been looking down from high places
Don't be bougie with a facelift
Don't be, do not be bougie with the facelift
Blast!
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no more
Blast!
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no more
Blast!
So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no more
Blast!
Blast no more
Blast in your fingertips
Blast in your fingertips
Blast in your fingertips
Blast in your fingertips
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