Hold on, choppa give him as a big scar like Frozone
I keep that heat, but I might put a coat on
These cowards act as Terrence Howard
Whoop that tree, get my hustle and flow on
I'm on the block with like two or three chops
If you rhyme with them, you get rolled on
You put the crown with another six-nine
If you rhyme with him, you get towed on
Bounce that with me, I'ma flint on
Safety, I got that sack in the end zone
God bless the G out of this *, I done did wrong
For robbin' the dump and the ass, make him get gone
Never gave a TIP, just to go home
If you see me in the streets, you don't know me
Call him at the gas station in the old Capri
That's some Earl by the time, thought he had a Soli
So I'm riddin' from the streets, I ain't talkin' concrete
I'm a rapper with a 23, Fred Van Fleet
Bullets hit him in the head, now his heart won't beat
If I beep about a bitch, I be hard on me
Walk down gang like my car on me
Still gon' run when the police say freeze
Nigga talkin' all that gang
Tied to his face, put him on the block, say cheese
I done walked across the stage, but in the hood, I feel intelligent
I ain't never dissin' for relevance
You want some smoke with the block, ain't no settlin'
I smoke a blunt just to get in my element
My four-pocket full of baby
Reach for my chain, I might pull up the baby
Season of Earl yellin', now who the greatest?
I'ma be bangin' till I'm 80
Talkin' to one like the Matrix
No, I'm not got it, but back to the basics
I threw a bullet at him, but his man's called an intercession
I guess he a safety
I'ma put diamonds on all of my bracelets
Fly with my chopper, now that's a dracation
Bend and shoot, I'm supposed to separate occasions
Bend and shoot, I'm supposed to separate occasions
Benjamin Franklin, my pocket, he a racist
Shake that s*** down, get naked
He ain't get a pass in the hood, he ain't good
We gon' slide out, don't say s***
I done stayed down for a long time
Can't forget the times I was livin' in the basement
I just caught an op at the stop sign
I ain't leave nothin' but 223 cases
Why I see livin' in recipe, P2Zoo do
I ain't with that woo-thoo-woo at 1L
I don't with the s***, yeah, they call me Lil' Pooch at school
Might shoot a man while he checkin' his mail
Roll up 35 till he come out that cell
Then graduate, I will love you
I'm likely to fail
My neighborhood curse how they do it
Puttin' up, no, they never plus four
But they sayin' no fail
Yeah, they n***a talkin' that s***
But don't be bout it
I own 15 with a strap out of Peabody
My own race to crib with my daddy, a G-Body
Thugged in the bay, hit a lick with a T
Got a hundred and three, what's the world we can see bout it
308 bullets can ripple like three houses
Yeah, f*** you talkin' bout
Left that body on the couch
Two shots, he breathin' in and out
We got it low for just a quarter
We f*** around, kidnap the daughter
If he die, I go across the border
Everything in the house
I ain't gotta do, it's for the cause
And you can't find one of these guns
Cause I like everything custom