Trilly Nelson Video (MV)

Promethazine in my cream soda, strawberries in my champagne
Codeine in my Ice Tea, I'm smoking Granddaddy Purp watching Purple Rain
Just popped a pill for breakfast, Percocet for my back pain
Already having problems sleeping, so I don't touch that Cocaine
Sixteen got my first Benz, nineteen had my first kid
Teacher thought I wouldn't be shit, graduated in '06
Left the city in twenty ten, came back in twenty twelve
A&Rs thought I wouldn't sell now my alias is on the mail
Professor of this pimpin', the captain of this trappin'
Mufasa of the the lions, Rafiki of this rappin'
I'm 'bout action, they 'bout actin'
Ain't afraid to scuffle, I hear the words you're speaking but the truth is slightly muffled
Build a tipi to a mansion, a picture from a puzzle
The Huey of the hustle, survivor of the struggle
Born ready to rumble, bring muscle to a tussle
Put a potato on the muzzle now your tomatoes a puddle
Catch me at SFO with a duffle and a truffle
When it comes to that queso like my pesos by the bundle
Drop heat in the winter time then lay low all summer
These niggas thought I was finished then I came back with another

My homie's mama died now he stressin'
Wish I knew just what to say so I could help him
I told him "keep your head up and count your blessings"
I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson
Mayne, shit ain't been the same since the election
Feel like I can't leave the house without my weapon
Police ain't in the streets for my protection
That's why I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson

Platinum cookies in my Swisher Sweet, Styrofoam full of Texas Tea
Bazooka in my backseat, got my shooter ridin' with me, call him Pistol Pete
New year, same 'ol g, it's a new year, I need a new V
Got my eyes on that G Wagon but I really want that sixty three
Got laid off on my day off, gotta make this rap shit pay off
Day and night, left and right, Bernie Sanders, Bernie Madoff
She said she like my style, I told her "welcome to the club"
If mugs grew on trees I'd be fresher than a mug
Spent a hundred on a t-shirt, man I thought I had that wave
Spilled some drank on my Medusa, had to throw that shit away
Man, I miss the old days, playing 2K with J
Might move to The Bay, sprinkle scallions on my steak
Need some time to ventilate, let my soul rejuvenate, let the bud disintegrate
Allow me to demonstrate, the style that you imitate
I know that you finna hate
While I count cash you ain't finna make
Let them shots p-p-penetrate
They pray to rap like Eminem but end up sounding feminine
My mind be on them dividends, Mercedes Benz with my lady friend
Rumors of retirement, its true, there's no denying it
Who else supplying flyer shit?
Who else supplying fire shit?
Every time that I'm supplying it they end up crucifying it
Address me as Your Highness, bitch
Mount Zion to the lion's den

My homie's mama died now he stressin'
Wish I knew just what to say so I could help him
I told him "keep your head up and count your blessings"
I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson
Mayne, shit ain't been the same since the election
Feel like I can't leave the house without my weapon
Police ain't in the streets for my protection
That's why I'm smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson