Lost In Translation

Chillin' with my homies and we vibin’

All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain’t drivin'

Life a motherfucker, but we still survivin'

Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin'

Chillin' with my homies and we vibin'

All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain’t drivin’

Life a motherfucker, but we still survivin'

Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin’

I'm feeling like Andre pre-3K 'cause all I got is Benjamins

Y'all know the regimen, R-A-double-T-P-A-C-K

Rappin’ like back in the day, yeah you heard what I say

From EBT and watching BET on my TV to platinum CD

Now I got it like that, the boy brought it like that

Yeah they gon' bring it back

Like the illest sample from the 70's, I'm feelin' heavenly

Grew up in Maryland and now my neighbor is Beverley

Even when Bobby Boy over-the-hill and he's 70

I'ma be packin' that weaponry, I am the greatest alive

You already know it, I don't gotta say it, this shit is telepathy

If you feelin' different, then step to me

'Cause I've been ballin, shot-callin'

Droppin' heat back-to-back while y'all stallin'

Y'all wanna ante-up, but I'm all-in

Climbing the ladder, ain't no way I'm fallin'

Come here my darlin', married to the game

Come now, feel the pain

But I got a side bitch and that's real

We love to make movies, I told you, that's reel

That's just how I feel

Tell me what I, tell me what I really wanna give for a life like this

No, the boy won't fade away

Take it day-to-day, everybody wanna hate straight-away

That's how we livin' in this world today

I'm Louis, you more C. K

Was an Outkast on the come up back in the day

And now I'm more Andre post-3K, like, woo

Break it down

Break-break-break-break-break it down

Break it down

(Can I kick it?)

Break-break-break-break-break it down

Ayo, Ayo

Fuck You like Cee-Lo, buck it then I reload

Sippin' Pellegrino, shoot this shit like Tarantino

In the cut like Lilo with everybody we know

We all in together like we cousins in the '90s

And if you don't know 'bout that shit then you don't know 'bout rap shit, that Jack shit (Yeah)

You ain't got a nickel, son, yeah, I said that Jack shit

You ain't got a dime dog, you dropped it, that's rat shit

Stab you in the back shit, ratchet

My style is impeccable and nobody could match it

I'm Bruce Wayne terrorizing Gotham, I'm bat shit

I'm Kim Kardashian with a hatchet

Constantly reshaping this body of work, I'm an introvert

Wonder why I smoke dope, no wonder why I can't cope

Far from evil, I'm kinda like Spike Spiegel, a cowboy paper retreival

Bitches jumping to conclusions like Evil Knievel

Best believe you, bitch, I'll leave you

Try to dab me up left-handed

I'll leave you defeated and amputated 'til the blood coagulated

I force the crowd to throw they hands up like cannibals

My God, what a fuckin' animal

Sicker than giving brain to Hannibal Lecter

You come correct but I come correct-er

Food for thought, but I hold the lecture

Ayo, I kill the pussy, yeah I make sehctib cremate

I'm an original screenplay in a world full of remakes

I record my shit the first time, you need more than three takes

Lyrically I'm undefined on this fuckin' beat tape

(My God!)

Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break

Break it down

Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break

Break it down