Under the Hood

Hit with a dilemma
A dip with an umbrella at my cellar
Let her in quick, the medicine sip, whatever
Im clever on some accapella shit, thats my main strength
But never been too bad , as well, uh, at this gettin brains thing
I think the lights dim
Not the type to fight gin
And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins
Right then the phone ringin, but left it-
Blowing in the night
Like the west wind crescent
My preference is a heavy snare yes, instead
Of some soft shit
Got a sweaty pair of breath mints
The stars be glowing, We spark weed, holdin
Hands and, uh
Gold be the cardio and stamina
Top physical condition when Im kissin
Switchin my footwork, I cook birds chicken
She took off my cardigan, she told me start again
Im gettin more bad ******* than Mad
Martigan
With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes
I rock no-brand sandals
Im dealing with fans, youre dealin with man-hoes
Its romance - and more porn than Sancho
I never snuff lights
And Havin rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right?
Touch ice, but my blood warm
Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk
Its a ****-storm
And some more couldnt hurt
Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a skirt
Yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely - and
Yo girl your skirts what entice me

Yo, Im a doer like this -
Ask you if you love it so, if so, its on
And boo, if you love his flow, its Gold,and yo its all good
Whatcha runnin under the hood?
x2

I heard it through the grapevine
Words groupies got the eyes on the crew
And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline
Booty makes my day, yo
The bassline boogie nights
Gotsta groove crazy with them cutiepies
Seventies shit
You bet me, I will never be rich
I need to get me a celebrity *****
Cheque
The kid cant afford Hennessy
But swish many more cheap 40s than you weak whores will ever sip
And rap effortless
Blessed with a certain effervescence
The better beef-curtain spreader specialist
Specifics, Yo, dont get it twist
Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice
Tryin to get to paradise
No asparagus, just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridans
Solid gold providence
In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes
And all of this
A life of pantyhoes, expansive heights, patios and random fights
Yo my boys got cameos
Dance in the rain with phantoms- all happy like we back again
I could never end it better than the last LP
So take a picture actually
Let the image help me
Remember when it fade, like a dream and I
Pass my name, and dash off yo to rap with
Demons

Yo, Im a doer like this -
Ask you if you love it so, if so, its on
And boo, if you love his flow, its Gold, and yo
Its all good
Whatcha runnin under the hood?
x2

when envisioning, you get excited
When you plan for it, its possible
But when you do it
When you schedule it and you do it, its real