Jihad

I’m at the apartment eating crab rangoon

And it’s half past noon I’m in a mad bad mood

Cuz my neighbor just told me that he reads Talmud

My neighbor on the other side raps and sells smack too

I broke bread with all the wolves and then we howled at the moon

They said they saw me popping percies by the fountain of youth

Now I ain’t say it didn’t happen but I doubt that it’s true

I doubt you this cool

I shine and flowers would bloom

I’m hittin Escobars and ghost pens in the back of the room

My mask on like I’m doom

My mask on like Peter Parker

I could paint my whip darker

Cuz I ball like Ron Harper

I might turn you to martyr

Through the window of yr charger

I make money parking Bentleys

But my pockets never empty

I’m a player hella shifty

I got Christians fuckin wit me

I got bitches in the back seat

War paint like an apache

Is all over my face for the jihad like I’m Iraqi

Linked with the Pakistanis hope you faggots understand me

My daughter cuter than Annie

Im talking smooth as your daddy

I’m classless and never fancy

I sold that go fast and addys

I’m mixing travis Scott with the new balance and khakis

There’s money in my mind but the bitches often distract me

They’re too distracting