Modern Day Hippie

My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house

My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house

Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch

Put a pillow over it

I was gone before she noticed it

Just a glimpse into the daily happenings

Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' shit

In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it

I run after money that's why them bitches run after me

Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery

Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality

Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally

Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag

Rollin' with my Cali homies

My patience for the middle man has run out

Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out

I'm really on my grind

You just lookin' for a ride

Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth

Spitta is chillin'

The Planes in the buildin'

The bitches like us cause they say we different

From all them other niggas say they just not with it

Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie

Still on my New Orleans shit, asthmatic

Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist

I'm as vicious as it get

This is rap with rabies

I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s

And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking

That's a 190E, just a old ass Mercedes

Know a lot of niggas hate me cause my pockets getting cakey

These fuck boys can't see the paper that The Plane see

Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A

I'm partying in M.I.A

My bitches looking for me say I'm M.I.A

They trying to spy on me like the CIA

Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie"

Then I cruise the other way