He knows my name but, my name is not my name
And you?
To them you're only the Greek
And of course I'm not even Greek
Yeah, Baklava, yeah
Hologram, yeah
That's comin' up

Yo it's Mister 40 40 (Uh)
Dressed like I'm from Norty
A young brother that'll stretch your shorty (Damn)
David Caruso couldn't connect the story (What's up?) , solve the puzzle
His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
It's the jefe (Uh) , Spanish women all over my body like I'm Machete
All I do is write these essay poems
Let's gеt at the games homes (Uh)
Likе sixteen handles, catch me swervin' in the lane home (Woo)
I don't even got my left leg on (Damn)
Tryna dance tonight (Damn)
You said some language, that I seen rappers Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice
(Fuck me)

Verse 2: Hologram]
I eat African shrooms, while rappin' on tubes
Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ah)
My car color blue off, fool it's new and it's too off
'Fore the limo driver moved off, off
He took off shoes
Workin' on my murdy pot, your heard me slut
Hurry up, curry pot, uh
I need a bitch to go down on me (Down)
I mean really go to town on me (Town)
I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch)
Supplyin' an elite, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo)
Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow)
Feeds the fam, and gave you a half xan
And throw you at the Grand Canyon (You fuckin' dead, haha)

Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, uh
Uh
Meyhem doin' good, that's a rumor that I heard
There was time he was eatin' blue tuna
They wanna test me like I'm Bradley Bill
None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel
Mass Appeal, mass production
Mass destruction, crime, corruption
Wine consuption
On the plaza down Put some through shade 'cause they jealous of my medalion
Picture late nights like Jimmy Fallon
What we seal, covered with bitches be starin'
My life story is an all couture outfit
We gettin' money, you niggas ain't 'bout shit