I don't think I ain't got my end of the streets, you know
I ain't a chitchatter
Alrighty, all hail the almighty
Despite all of your false-ity
Ologies that occupy the top
Your cream of the crop's all slightly
Light in the ass, I'm all lightning
Jab, jab, cross, jab
Uppercut, jab, look
I'm all Brooklyn like Zab's hook
My av took money before rap
I was partner with some bad crooks
Looking like your pops in the face
I had your dad shook
Shorty don't get popped in the face
Or get that ass whooped
Grow up where crack cook
You typing on a apple
I'm from the rotten apple
Different version of how Max look
Extended clip diesel like Shackfoot
My rap book saved a lot of niggas
From that crack cook
That pain I was giving out
That cane I was dishing out
Not the crack fiends
I'm talking about the last scene
Where cane was just spitting out
Looking up at Stacey
Now you got a Stacey
They say you keep playing with fire, you burn
Every time I play with fire
I acquire returns on my investment
And lessons you be dying to learn
Like don't sleep on dishonesty
And lying to earn
Anytime I'm on a beat
I treat it like it's my turn
The verdict's out
Till your hearing's adjourned
It's firm
Put my life in these sentences
It's bars forever
I put scars together
Regardless
Regardless whoever you mark
And it's better
All you marks mark for death
When I mark up this paper
I'm grade A according to legends
That's marking my paper
So when you act like you the best
That's awkward behavior
But don't call me the savior
I'm just awesomely favored
When you got rapping power
You can take half a bar off
Like it's happy hour
My chat devours half you cowards
Please don't pass me flowers
Till my casket's lowered
Or I'm ashes
Here's a classic hour
We use words like honor
Code
Loyalty
We use these words
As the backbone
Of a life spent defending something
You use them as a punchline
I grew up
Where crip signs are threw up
They dress like suicide bombers
They clothes blew up
My burner is the Star Trek Enterprise
The hard tech energized
Lift your whole crew up
Yo
You cappin' like Kirk though
Nigga where your work go?
Still passin' hoes round the circle
No
One main bitch that'll murk yo
Ass is smashin' a purple turbo
Porsche goin' berserk-o
Your body drop
While I'm knockin' out some features
Goin' dumb in the booth like niggas
Droppin' out of English
After sockin' out the teacher
I crocodile my sneakers
I'm flippin' policemen
Off with Pac
Poppin' out the speakers
I was that poor kid
Climbin' in your window
Fix me a bowl of cereal
Then I just stole your stereo
Sold that * on Imperial
* with my own material
My bars bring death to your ears
But you don't hear me
Bust a cap cause I'm hardcore
Double back, that's an encore
Couple Macs in a duffel bag
And a hundred racks in the car door
Long Beach
Over bags
Niggas got colostomies
Strikin' up a gang tag
On million dollars
Call a property
Get hit with choppers properly
They spit with high velocity
Blast Master Christian
This is my philosophy, huh
Dee-dee-dee-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-da-dee-day
We can get you judged
If you in New York or LA
Hard
Honor
Code
Loyalty