Im riding this stallion even though it feels like its accomplished nothing
So its not like im sobbing but see she barely even trotting
And when they say I'm a jockey they call it offensive
Expensive taste like robin hood stealing from the rich
Yeah so this going down on the web im dropping gems
Call yourself a keystyling vet
But like a fish with no net you aint catch shit but one yard and like NY you'd jet
I proper put together a tent called my royalty a throne for his head
And just like easter I got ya searching but get nothing but eggs
I need to stay deep dropping this piece while I get blazed in the street
They hate it like beef face full of heat stalking in a green jeep
Stumble over a shape in my screen and its reflection
Arranges fifth dimensions like giving an out of towner directions
I'm hooking this thread up with similies and metafores
You recline back into ya saddle taking no bull like a matador
horsing around like tom cruise parading around in loafers
I'm the motor call me horsepower like bullets filled with gun powder
I ran outt ta room as the stags head jerked
She said the sauce needs a stir like a housecat purred
And put two hoofs in the dirt suddenly even her youth filled with words
She provides a sleeve as I start wiping my shirt
Rest assured he wasnt sitting around waiting for the world
Cuz this the real deal ...baby
no imitation....