I've been listening to all this fake-ass rap, man.Fake-ass gangsters, niggas wearing dresses and mascara and all kind of *, can't understand what they saying.Freejack, man, I'm so tired of this punk-ass rap *, man.It's time for the poets.Time to expose these niggas.Oakland boy like Marshawn in the pocket.Beast mode, fourth down, can't stop it.That's how they raise us in the town, bruh.I don't * with these clowns, bruh.Almost walked away from it cause I really had had it.With these lipstick, mascara, dress-wearing faggots.Y'all applaud these niggas.We maraud these niggas.East Oakland original, seven-deuce alumni.Hustle all my life cause I ain't never been no dumb guy.But I ain't a rap nigga, don't get it twisted.If I say something slick, you don't wanna miss it.Y'all gullible, lettin' a smooth taste fool ya.Get your pen and paper, let a real nigga school ya.Hung on the block, nigga.Been to the pen, I done knocked niggas down.I done lost some close friends.Now every rapper is a thug and a gangster.This ain't no damn game, bruh.Get your head split in the bay, bruh.And them churches can't save ya.Cause real niggas don't walk, we bite.And never think twice about takin' a life.So be careful of them pictures you paint.Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Be careful of them pictures you paint.Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to expose these niggas.Be careful of them pictures you paint.Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to expose these niggas.Be careful of them pictures you paint.Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to expose these niggas.Be careful of them pictures you paint.Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to expose these niggas.For real, Jack, I don't listen to these pop niggas.Can't vibe on it if it ain't a block nigga.And really, I ain't a hater nigga.But what I got in common with some pure poppin' ass skate nigga.If it ain't face or style and Stevie Joe or filthy.Got to be bougie.It got to be Gucci.Got to be a street nigga who come from where I come from.Got to be a street nigga who done the * that I done.I was born and bred.Born in the Ville.6706.So when I do my music, nigga, it come from the bricks.If I speak on life, it's the way that I'm livin'.And I can give a * about these fake niggas feelin'.He ain't ever slung dope, but he influencing kids.He get to cryin' like a bitch if he had to do a bit.On YouTube with a gun like he gon' pop a nigga.Come to Oakland with that *, we'll mop that nigga.Check the pedigree, niggas, ballers and bosses.We can take a fuckin' loss and still be flossin'.Movin' weight, nigga.From Cali to Milwaukee.Askin' GDs out there, nigga, they'll tell you about me.See, I'ma rep Big Bruce till I'm DOA.And every fuckin' day, I'ma rep Da Bay.And that * with Klyze, nigga, why you mad?If yo' daughter suckin' dick, nigga, she learnin' from her dad.So be careful, lil' nigga, in the pictures you paint.Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Be careful of the pictures you paint, pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to EXPOSED, these niggas.Be careful of the pictures you paint, pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to EXPOSED, these niggas.Be careful of the pictures you paint, pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't.Time to expose these niggasCareful of the pictures you paintPretending to be something you ain'tTime to expose these niggasYeah, somebody had to say it, manYou feel me?Fake-ass niggas