Main Phone (feat. Rick Rock & Stressmatic)

Hello?
 On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer
 On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer (rock it)
 I'm on a road to the riches, checkin' paper, mane (paper, mane)
 I wanna play in gold like a Laker, mane (Laker, mane)
 My bitch too negative, gotta shake her, mane (shake her, mane)
 She gotta catch me in the wind like a paper plane
 I came up in the '80s when the women were defensive
 So I came up with a counter called passive-aggressive pimpin'
 When you make 'em feel lucky for fuckin' me in the loft
 Help 'em bust nuts and they helpin' me buy trucks
 Not outright, but a nice down in the first month
 I mean, I'm not really pimpin', my nigga, fuck you on?
 Beats slappin', nine milli' packin'-ass nigga
 Oh, soon Slew City Slew mackin'-ass nigga
 I am spit-taking llama
 'Bout my decimals, digits, commas
 Rubles, shillings, pesos, watch out
 Because punk shit lead to trauma
 That's why I'm on my
 Main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer
 On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer (rock it)
 Nike Cortez on my feet in a deep sleep with a freak
 From the meet and greet, now it's left to me
 Rick bounced the beat, gave a ounce to P
 Had to cut the bitch off for popping off to me
 I'm back to business relentlessly, I ain't done 'til I'm finished
 Variety in your society and bitch, I'm the menace
 You wish I would call back, you wish I would fall back
 See, I'm a dope boy, so I'm a need my football back
 In and out these routes like I was Julian Edelman
 I needs all mine from the shit I been peddling
 I'm settling for nothing less than the top notch
 Jumping over all you hoes like hopscotch
 Bitch, you back up off me and leave me alone
 I'm walking my dog a half a mile from my home
 On my phone, tryna get rich, talking shit to a bitch
 Coming up with some shit like this
 On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer
 On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer (rock it)
 Yeah, holla at me
 No, I'ma text you from my other number
 Yeah, it's the 818
 Oh, you want me to hit you from the 213?
 We find our hero, Blaps Bastardly, roaming the land
 With nothing but his MPC and his moral compass in hand
 Avoiding all punk shit, not needing two dollars in his hand
 Weaving through the malevolent man and malevolent plan
 You got to catch him
 On my main phone, textin' with this other phone
 Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
 Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
 Watch my paper get longer (rock it)