Verse1
Say you bitches don't understand my style
I'm back on the mic like it 8 mile
in my room, wit no crowd
surrounded by smoke like an iCloud
iPhone, I upgrade
nah child, I ain't paid
East Lex, I'm VA
a yuppy raised by the Collonade
sniff sniff, now behold
I'll go in beast mode
no g code, just dick rode
bow down, and tebow
bitch slow down, now swallow
lean back, I'll reload
got 2 shots, they free throws
legalese, the penal code
I object bitch no sweat off my back
pass me the green, know that I mean the shit in the sack
like John Wall hard to the rack
or Kevin Durant with the napsack
might be white but ball like I'm black
I handle my handles, I gamble I scramble
I'm cunning like Randall
but scandal still follow me Bobby
Petrino, drink vino,
with Lebo-witz
I keep em about me
detox, drink green tea
I smoke trees, I drink beer
I kick it like soccer I'm English Premier
Swear on the bible the holy Koran
If God is so real he's a real Uncle Tom

Verse2
And so I present to you Cough Drop
take corporate rap to the tip top
of my block, thats Battery
assault this beat don't flatter me
No Way Jose get my drinks from Tom
down cherry bombs with the bitch that I nom
just call me coughee, my mom calls my Ryan
clear the cobwebs cuz this track is the bomb
and gimme the mic, I'll make ya proud
jus talk to my reefer that shit is so loud
so Purp Purp, do god's work
a Maverick, call me Dirk
Nowitzki, MVP
of eating some pussy
yes I'm back with the crude talk
so barber lets bring the back mohawk

Verse 3
Get piss drunk, like ten deep
pop pills, I can't sleep
can't think 'bout nothing for nothing
except for me fucking up this beat
so fuck work and fuck the boss i
catch a beat running like the randy moss
Im outkast, i talk trash
like Jeremy Franklin I'm Peter Bash
ya white trash, i'm working class
my girl go deep like Wieters Mash
Potatoes, wit gravy
my Banana's Republic ya old Navy
or Polo, got horse power
chin up, Bill Cowher
a hippy I fight with flower power
just pass me the bowl and a whiskey sour