Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the tire marks
when the relay starts I’ma runaway slave
ugh, walking on water and running on waves
God MC I’ma god you got to see
there’s never no eyes on me
if I hide and seek, I’ma block away
fire marshalls moving in
marshmellows inside my pen
sweet sixteens, got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I’m so appalled, with a prototype with a gotly protocol
you an amateur, they want to protocol
I damage ya on camera in Compton, in Canada
I don’t care where ya are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in aboat in an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short
water in the pot, throw crack rock, like bam bam n-gga have two grams n-gga pay up up,
blam blam nigga, nigga had a the black cam, rebel up to dipset killa Cam nigga
Had a beef with raw niggas, killers, pimps you ain't been around shit but your momma and your bitch
shoved off the portch when I was like six
uncle bobby got the house ready back in 96
kick in the door, K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick.
Mom in the bathroom poppa at work
happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church
look at my shirt, Polo on it
it’s gon sell if my logo on it
I fear no opponent, a demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen
You looking at the 2010 Romans
Empire, high Power, HP, in ya face like HD
and I spit like a HK
I’ma shop like a H3 HUBCITYADNYG
problem aint hoovy* nigga
tell the government come shoot me, nigga
cause I’m oging out with a fist raised and a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade with a democratic politician from CA
they don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ
give us some free j’s put us in PJ’s
now we in the county jail calling for a threeway, God-Damn, your call
marketing base where the god damn barcode stuck in the street was dark like Harpo
black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go
although I’m in the land of milk and honey
nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain
all the niggas tried to take it from me
I had to fight back and shit
get it back and shit
and you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit
like he back that shit
acting like you real or something
nigga aint popped no steel, aint popped no collar
go pop some pills or something
you trying real hard to appeal to summer
I’m being myself, my BFF is a BMW
with your BM in it and your stash box glove and a medicine that the doctor gave a nigga wont help
I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself
I bet I finish at a level with a Black belt
I bet it anywhere every rapper get killed
bra,bra,bra, where da knife at, cut cut where ya life at
your careers over, he’s slumped over
everyone beating on, I’m sober
thats a new flow, (?) gave me some Kush and some Nuvo
new dough for the year and I sumo and I rap here
not a rapper, I’m a raptor, thats a T-Rex and a V-neck for the rapture
I’ma factor and your facial
I’m a fracture to a fraction
no one half and I hate math
Pastor’s like Eddie long, fucking maricone
get me mighty low and get here
nigga FUCK