Practice - Action Bronson

It’s motherfucking me

Bam Bam Shit man

Slap her ass like she scored 30

Ride dirty

Thirty thousand for the DNA swab, don’t quit your day job

You batty boys ain’t even on my radar

Order breasts of veal at Walt Frazier’s

Dog, my women come in all flavors, fold paper, Lord save us

Complete a drug deal in a rental rented from AVIS

Best believe my motherfucking Timberlands pounding the pavement

Dog, I lay with hoes, I smoke butter the same color as Jalen Rose

Stand on the balcony naked, just screaming, «Fuck it, I made it!»

Every meal I eat steak to make a statement

Patrick Bateman, thirty Mexicans in the basement, let’s get it shaking

The whole block’s smelling like bacon

My shorty keep it real, take a shit out the car window

Hide money in a Nintendo

Got a degree in dental

Cook like she down in the delta

Wrestled the gator for the foot display

River monsters, Dog the Bounty Hunter

Open bally stuntin', this is Southern Cali summer, bitch

It be the novelist, bare-handed choke a hippopotamus

I need to go to Drug-Dealing Anonymous

Cheerio ship-flip like Rey Mysterio

Me laid up with big money be the scenario

Out the watch flew a canary, it’s cuckoo

Let my man who just came home throw a party where you poo-poo

Uh, that is not a nice thought

Get locked up in the afternoon, I make it out by Night Court

Long as I don’t see that world

I got the lawyer on retainer like a teenage girl

Eating chicken parmesean in the holding cell

My feet up, hittin' my G-Pen, yeah, you know me well

Quadruple-black coupe, smacks for if you act stupid

No love here, motherfuckers, I clap Cupid, jump in the black Buick

Then make a sharp right

My mother wrist is so cut, look like a shark bite

And when I play the guitar, I’m always on acid

She said I look like David Justice when she see me floating in the Maxima

It’s me