I Am Not a Human Being Lyrics

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 shit, 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 motherfuckin' grid Shit, fuck with me and get hit I finger fuck the Nina, make the bitch have kids
Just do it my nigga, I just did Name a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch dead Ya dig, this here is big biz And I scream fuck 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 nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy It's that mob shit nigga, 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 shit, 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 shit like fly food Y'all can't see us, like the bride shoes
I stand tall like a motherfuckin' 9'2" I scream motherfuck 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 nigga 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 motherfucker 'cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop You ain't even on a fuckin' 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