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