I Am Not A Human Being

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 playing, they better re-plan

I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland

Together we stand and fall on y'all

Balling with my Bloods, call it b-ball

These days ain't shit, Young Money is

I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers

Come through, coupe same color as veneers

And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!

Now I'm back on my grizz

And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' 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 mothafucka deeper than me, bitch dead

You dig? This here is big biz

And I scream fuck it's whoever it is

I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing

I thank God that I am not basic

(I am not basic, I am not a human being)

Rockstar baby

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby

Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy

It's the 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 running this shit hundred yard gain

Swag on infinity, I'm killing em

See the white flag from the enemy

Shoot you in the 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 their eyes glued

Young Money baby, we the shit like fly food

Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes

I stand tall like I'm mothafuckin' 9'2"

I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you

And if you think you hot, then obviously you are lied to

And we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you

I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing

I thank God that I am not basic

(I am not basic, I am not a human being)

Reporting from another world

Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl

Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl

Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls

Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock

And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop

I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop

I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop

Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock

And my money on etcetera... three dots

Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops

You better run mothafucka, cause we not

You better run 'til your feet stop

You ain't even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot

Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top

And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop

I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing

I thank God that I am not basic

(I am not basic, I am not a human being)