I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being

Uh, pussy for lunch

Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch

Yeah, kush in the blunts

I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk

I don't know why they keep playin', they better re-plan

I'm givin' them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland

Together we stand and fall on y'all

Ballin' with my Bloods, call it B-ball

These dames ain't shit, Young Money is

I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers

Come through, coupe same color as veneers

And you know I'm ridin' with the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz

And y'alls a bunch of squares like a motherfuckin' grid

Shit, fuck with me and get hit

I finger-fuck the nina, make that bitch have kids

Just do it? My ****, I just did

Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig

You dig? This here, this big biz

And I scream fuck it, whoever it is

I am the rhymin' oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not a human being

Uh, rockstar, baby

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby

Rich **** lookin' at the cops all crazy

That's that mob shit, ****, Martin Scorsese

Heater close range 'cause people are strange

But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained

You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane

I'm runnin' this shit, hunnid yard gain

Uh, swag on infinity

I'm killin' 'em, see the white flag from the enemy

Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories

Father, forgive me for my brash delivery

I would try you, I wouldn't lie, dude

I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes glued

Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food

Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes

I stand tall like I'm motherfuckin' nine, two

I scream mother fuck you and whoever designed who

And if you think you hot, then obviously you were lied to

And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you

I am the rhymin' oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not basic

That I am not basic

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not a human being

Reporting from another world

Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl

Bless got the weed rollin' thicker than a southern girl

Strong-arm rap like a **** did a hundred curls

Rockstar, biatch, check out how we rock

And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop

I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop

I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop

Spittin' that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock

And my money on et cetera, three dots

Still get a stomachache every time I see cops

You better run, motherfucker, 'cause we not

You better run till your feet stop

You ain't even a fuckin' alphabet in my teapot

Colder than the skeet shop, holdin' on to the top

And even if I let go, I still won't D-rop

I am the rhymin' oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not

I am not a human being