All of my n****s gon' ride with it in the pocket
They rock it like Kelly Marr
Mama told me the power was in the tongue
But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
All of you lil' cobblers get devoured
I'm giving out flowers to anyone
I ain't been out the house in a minute
Cause I ain't with it if the money is miniature
I been minding my business,
I'm business mindin' I been spending some time with the minister
Cause I'm just finishing and still sinning
In the city of God and the sinister
Tryna pray and repent in the synagogue Moscow,
Temple of Church, them brown skinned, sentimental niggas hurting and murder's a comic courtesy for certainly.
RPB on the shirts,
search lurk, murk, squirt, burp, first.
My nigga doing 4 plus 8 without a court date,
talked the other day,
he said he doing ok,
he good, he gaining weight, ain't got a sharp shake he made,
he say they play, they gotta partake.
Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war pain,
eyes all red full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place.
Eastside niggas from the 80's,
all ages, tryna sell a pimpin' out a dog cage,
all the OG's around town was all age.
Dangerous ***, *** and all rated
Dangerous ***, be outrated But don't get this * * up
My boy, you're locked up once
You're doubled up by dribbling past it to the cup
And triple-double it gets to the basket
Get the cash and cut a luck
Cover up, bundle up, batter up
Um, talk a lot of smack and I can back it up
Shout it when I *,
wanna * it up
I can put a poop on a platter like a catapult
Snap a head, get hair and add it up I said Barbara,
and then tatted up I won't argue,
and then mad afoot
Cause they ain't compatible,
I'm ten to catapult
But no one's going
Down, down, down, down, down, down
I won't, what the * y'all gonna do
If I don't run out of fuel
For a couple decades,
been lettin' this text rain
From that day that I met Dre,
so you live on the castrays
From the second you pressed play,
I suggest they do not test like an essay
Cause like where my homies out west stay,
we can just say
I'm like an R-A-P-E-R,
got so many say's,
say's, a's Wait, he didn't just spell the word rapper and leave out a B, did he?
RIP Rest in Peace Biggie and Pac
Both of y'all should be living
Yep, but I ain't tryna beef with him
Cause he might put a hit on me like
KVD, get him Now's the only way you're gonna be cute
Me ain't gonna be on no beat
Silly, I beat the beat
Silly on the grind like T Gritty
Call me O.B.
City
You think it's over,
wait, it's just me Getting this mean and it ain't gonna be pretty
Used to be A tall and I grew a little each day
Till I became God like James Todd
Now your arms are too short to be K-Brah
Indeed they small like DJ Paul
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, my ball, you in this one quick
You're playing stickball in the street
Cause you must be on bait if you're thinking you can touch my car
But if the whole world was out to get you
It'd turn you to a powder keg too
Now Rittenhouse is spitting rounds of text shoots Like,
and that ain't no sound effect
Neither was that six-hour let's-loose
I don't condone gun violence at schools
But I can't get these voices out my head
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
I'm not the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence
Across the common sense and incompetence
I'm cognizant that conflict's a consequence
Of accomplishments accomplished through competition
I've conquered and conked them into unconsciousness
No conscience, I conjured as King Kong
Or just call me Kamikaze
I'm concoctin' this much
But nobody's 16's a touchin' these
My f**kin' index finger's f**kin' the meaner
Clutchin' the 9mm, touchin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean toaster Like you drink this something,
but it's in a holster
I proceed to bust it,
shove around and get poked
Like Alina Hutchins, like a Malik Baldwin
What I mean is f**kin' you down,
who the gruv in?
Right between the f**kin' eyes,
shoot them all in
If you think you're f**kin' with me
You're gonna suffer the f**kin' repercussions
The reaper's comin' to heed
And I need the crumbly,
I keep a plenty
Fuel while the beat, I'm punishing you
I won't, what the * y'all gonna do?
If I don't,
I'm out of fuel
I'm out of fuel,
let's get the * out of here