So
father has to go
You
better act like you know
Straight off the pitch the third mic gave a small pitch
And ever since they've been waiting on this 12 inch
Is peanut butter wolf rascal anticipated
Stepping the mics will only get cracks obliterated
Turn up these levels let me bless those that's feeling this
Run on this path and I'mma rip fools continuous
This non-stop entourage rocking camouflage Is
quick to handle any nigga thinking sabotage
Really who in the hell is this big willy
We'll run him down rip his ass out and smack
him silly My microphone filled with flames taking all
names The first to tell him that this hip hop ain't
all games I rock the planet transatlantic meaning overseas
Down with variants but this box don't come in threes
Got EBF's to the fridge chilling close range
Pockets are flat time to stack me some pocket
chains But ain't it strange how this hard work has
paid off Remember days when I was flat broke and laid
off But getting fired only inspired the dope *
Now magazines on the scene trying to quote *
Giving the wackest hip hop overblown props
Styles are stolen better call up the damn
cops Tell them to bring they paddy wagon got a
lot of folks Stand up comedians that's all set to crack
jokes Gabble to gabble brothers getting drugged
through the gravel A little buzz yo but my rhymes just didn't
travel I gotta take it to the next star cashing
checks I see you brothers perpetrating in that rented
Lex Trying to flex like you some type of big
will I'm on the mic niggas just get they wigs
bill Still I know these wack foos be loving to me
Place your bets and I bet Raps can double it
Some of you fools on the mic just bug me
Sipping on booms niggas talking bout is buffing
Yo broke ass ain't never sipped on no Cristal
Pull no hoes or even shot off a pistol
They perpetrating pull the stick out for penetrating
Have you at home laying flat rehabilitating
Exhilarating all the time gotta dish rhymes
Running the joint running point gotta dish goms
But not sax rather drop tracks to black wax That
type of * that be more hype than mad blacks
Rushing your spot set to take things I never got Two
or three albums to your credit but they wasn't hot
Don't jock fools cause you think that they be living
cool In videos with these broke hoes and slimming fools
Dancing around on my set trying to catch rec
Smoking on blunts taking 40-0s to the neck
Blurry precision better turn off my television
No time for niggas bringing all types of negatism
The industry is just filled with these fake
cats Running around with cigars and fedora hats
Fags and drag brothers best check they manhood Rip out they lungs
so it just won't expand good Cause I done had it with these phony
rapping freestyles Brothers be yapping that they coming out to pee
now They see now you ain't never been in jail black It be the raps
give you more running tailbacks Women be coming out talking bout
they cock box Some of these brothers rock rhymes others cock block
So Von the Rascal,
Solo Tip,
Shoutouts to my man EBF,
to my man Frisbee,
to my man
Encore,
to the one fanatic,
to my man Percivive,
to my man 50 G's,
G Love the Architect,
to
my man PB Wolf,
to my man A1,
to the man Ranger Rick,
to my man Big Hog