Grand Prix

Nothing's free around here
Trying to escape this matrix
Fighting to lift my people up like in the Grand Prix
I fell into the cauldron, like Obelix

I wanna do tricks on your clit
Things are rough, sketch me a map
Rare bird
At least give me a kiss, my crazy
I’ll whip up some gnocchi
I take hits like I’m playing Tetris

Like Kimbo Slice
Yesterday I dreamed of Anubis
He wouldn’t let me grow haze
Good thing he didn’t catch my buds
I feel them behind me, I’m feeling like Travis
I’m in Santa Gertrudis

Three days without sleep
My calves are cramping up like Memphis
Don’t mess with me, dude, you’re from Greenpeace
You’ve been counting your bucks
Narcocorridos on the playlist

Pull out the Baileys
My name is Mastercaster in the village
For those of you rapping in Spanglish
This ain’t Cambridge
The rave ends, I grab the Uber
I swing by Kelly, catch the train

I’m watching the flight of those birds
Flying through the clouds
If you see me, I look like the snowman
Let’s see if they come for me in a ship and I’ll take the Black Label
The cream caramel, a pack of Camels
We skip class and still pass the test