I am not a human being, 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 replay `em
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 days ain`t s**t, Young Money is
I got Mars Bars, Three 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 griz
And y`all`s a bunch a squares like a motherf**kin` grid
S**t, f**k with me and get hit
I finger f**k the Nina, make the bitch have kids

Just do it my ni**a, I just did
Name a motherf**ker deeper than me, bitch dead
Ya dig, this here is big biz
And I scream f**k it, whoever it is

I am the rhymin` oasis
I got a cup of ya 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, rock star, baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby
Rich ni**a lookin` at the cops all crazy
It`s that mob s**t ni**a, 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 s**t, hundred yard gain

Uh, swag on infinity
I`m killin` `em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in yo` head and leave your dash full of memories
Father, forgive me for my brash delivery

I will try you, I wouldn`t lie, dude
I must be sticky `cause them bitches got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the s**t like fly food
Y`all can`t see us, like the bride shoes

I stand tall like a motherf**kin` 9`2"
I scream motherf**k you and whoever designed you
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 ya 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 basic
I thank God that I am not basic, I am not a human being

Reportin` from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Ness got the weed, rollin` thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a ni**a did a hundred curls

Rock star beeotch, check out how we rock
And if this ain`t hip hop, it must be me 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, and my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherf**ker `cause we not

You better run `til your feet stop
You ain`t even on a f**kin` alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop, holdin` on to the top
And even if I let go I still won`t G-rock

I am the rhymin` oasis
I got a cup of ya 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