Expertise

Smoking blunts
Wiping ashes off designer jeans
I'm like a king, throwing rings
Grabbing angel wings
Doctor King on a balcony in body armor
Kush coma, poppin' pills
Should a been a goner but I'm still here
Getting money with the G's
If you ain't really there
Like a trick up your sleeve
Your bitch got more seeds
Than Mexican brick weed
And you ain't got no work
Like a nigga on sick leave
My expertise is ex and weed
I do more wet shit than an ex marine
I'm like a hitch-hiking hipster with
Henny in a canteen
Throwin' up gang signs, peace on a Byzantine

Catch me off a fifth of Beam
Light skin James Dean every bitches dream
Smoke a gang of green
'til my lungs catch gangrene
Got your girlfriends panties wet
That's a mainstream nigga what do you mean
Pull up to the scene with Avril Lavigne
I'm able to logically kill a track
But I don't need a reason, I'm a machine
Yeah i'm smoking purple cookies
Nigga that's some Dr seuss shit
Blow my bitch a kiss, she chop my lines up
That's my Sous-Chef
Oh yes, shit too fresh, and if you flex
You get suplexed in your duplex
I ask who's next and then I
Probably trip some booze next
White bitches think I'm Hugh Heff
But I be like, "Bitch I'm the new Treach"
I can't help it
Guess I'm naughty by nature
And if your bitch is acting thirsty
I'm a Bobby Booshay her
I'm on my worst behavior
Prince Thunder, I'm the savior
Been grindin' since DuckTales
And Power Rangers
Coz my expertise, is extra steez
Best believe, rep the west
'til I rest in peace
Catch me sussin' in the uber
Taking bumps off keys
It's them motherfucking Bruisers and the LSD