We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you haters
So if you're coming with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze it
I take caution down these streets I'm walking
I've seen it too often up in the coffin just for flossing
I'm dodging bullets while I bust back
You * around with the wrong motherfucker
Hot lead, rip your punks back
Now how's that juvenile criminal life
That make you wanna do dirt and put in work till you die
This * is real, you thinking it ain't
Now tell me how it feels, put up with it, stuck in your brain, bitch
I drop flows, cop O's, rock O's
Clock dough and drop flow, let's paint them pictures like Picasso
The spot's blown when I step into place
In case it's needed, bitch, I'm heated with my weapon and waist
And they ain't lying, no farting, bitches look at me
In front of a jury, the judge'll throw the book at me
A bald-headed young G, I'll knock your ass to the pavement
A skull tatted on my arm, that just blazes
We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you, hater
So if you're coming with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze it
We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you, hater
So if you're coming with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze it
I'm locked and locked as I smoke and take a puff
I'm high and I realize I just can't get enough
For this barman's weed, got my brain stimulated
Takin' hits from the bomb, gettin' more and more faded
Take a deep breath, I take a cold hit to the chest
No seats, no stamps, I smoke nothin' but the facts
I keep rollin' and rollin' until I run out of papers
As I emerge from the scene, creepin' out the bug vapors
I'm flowin', puffin' on some * with some bomb taste
I'm feelin' like my motherfuckin' head ain't even on straight
Swiggin' hard liquor till I'm finished with the bottle
Anybody wanna know, just blazin' in my bottle
My sack is gone, ashtray full of roaches
I can feel my blood posin' from the THC dosage
To all you motherfuckers smokin' a bud
Smoke a blunt to this *, and get * up
We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you, hater

So if you're comin' with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blazin'
We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you, hater
So if you're comin' with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blazin'
Gotta keep it tight through these times
You know what's up, * a bitch, money's on my mind
My past to quickly rise to the top of the game
Shakin' fakes, fools make moves and drop a phrase
Get paid, cause all my homies in the struggle
Bust rhymes on the mic about the times when we used to hustle
Tryin' to make money, but it's hard to make money


Tryin' to stay focused, keep my mind a dollar sign
Cause we some straight criminals, always stay on the grind
Lately, all I see is envy and greed
Punk motherfuckers tryin' to keep me from shaggin' G's
But I proceed with schemes and plots
Credit tryin' to reach the top by givin' it all that I got
So somehow, someway, bitch, I'm gonna get paid
In this motherfuckin' rap game
And ain't got * to lose and everything to prove
Once I come up and make that move
We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you, hater
So if you're comin' with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze it
We some real representers on the mission for the paper
Down the blast, put the smash on you, hater
So if you're comin' with that bullshit, save it
Bitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze it