gimme that beat, fool
this a full time jack, no really this a sounwave track
so really i ain’t gotta steal nothing all i gotta do is kill it when you press record b*tton let the paralyzed feel it
i came back with a full time swag and the critics thought they had me
nah, i just bought more batteries
turned up supercharged, a medium away from livin’ large
matter fact, where my n*gg*s at?
where my b*tches with them pretty weaves?
enemies bleed on the maxi pad, p*ssy you f*cked with the wrong one i’m on one i’ll make sure your kids breathe ammonia
good kid, mad city evil in my heart from the blood n*gg*s f*ckin’ with me crip n*gg*s tryna kill me
malcolm x mind state, if i raise the crime rate, it’s a legitimate reason why i put on repeat kanye’s “touch the sky”
but i’ll be looking p*ssed that i’m tryna touch god
my heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend
ya’ll married to the game well i’m bout to crash weddings
i put a lot of pain in the sh*t i write
if you goin’ through something, this is sh*t you recite
this is bigger than life
this is kendrick lamar
this is jimi hendrix guitar on tall [?] i mean war like that
yeah, straight like that
in 2010 i’m tryna ball, n*gg*!
like shooting jumpshots in the mall, n*gg*!
that’s a quote from ab-soul i suppose since you laugh that’s the ultimate goal
on behalf of the top dawg conglomerate
shall stay anonymous
searchin’ 7 continents accomplishing big sh*t
big *ss, big t*ts she on me
and just to get to me she’ll f*ck the homies-homie’s homies
the life of a cool n*gg*
my n*gg* tony said “just do you, n*gg*!”
sure improve, n*gg*
and they gon’ play you for a fool that’s for sure till they know you got the stankiest stew, n*gg*!
i ain’t trippin’ i’m just tippin’ on fo-fo’s back in the city and tippin’ on 4 hoes
that boy got a cold cold
he’s sick con, slick on
drop red jewels like a school bar mitzvah
straight like that
why ya’ll complain about og’s?
i don’t look at a legend and say you owe me
not snoop not dre not ice cube
i don’t care me and quik went to the same school
i look at the mirror and do it myself like a self made n*gg*
i don’t need a maid, n*gg*
do i need a cosign from dre or jigga?
they can make me much bigger, but do i need em though?
i just made a flow
the type of sh*t that make you think you seen pac ghost “me against the world” on you motherf*ckers
i got my back against the wall and a .45, dog get smoked, chris tucker
uhh, tryna record my steelo
even when i’m not there just like tivo
the hoes tell me that i got a real big ego
and weed move slow right now but e go
you know what i’m talkin’ bout?
i look at your audemars to put ya’ll in time out
it’s time to unveil the real and your careers bout as frail as ms. winehouse
just salute brother [?] and pull the wine out
oooh, just like that