We some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you hatersSo if you're coming with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze itI take caution down these streets I'm walkingI've seen it too often up in the coffin just for flossingI'm dodging bullets while I bust backYou * around with the wrong motherfuckerHot lead, rip your punks backNow how's that juvenile criminal lifeThat make you wanna do dirt and put in work till you dieThis * is real, you thinking it ain'tNow tell me how it feels, put up with it, stuck in your brain, bitchI drop flows, cop O's, rock O'sClock dough and drop flow, let's paint them pictures like PicassoThe spot's blown when I step into placeIn case it's needed, bitch, I'm heated with my weapon and waistAnd they ain't lying, no farting, bitches look at meIn front of a jury, the judge'll throw the book at meA bald-headed young G, I'll knock your ass to the pavementA skull tatted on my arm, that just blazesWe some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you, haterSo if you're coming with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze itWe some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you, haterSo if you're coming with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze itI'm locked and locked as I smoke and take a puffI'm high and I realize I just can't get enoughFor this barman's weed, got my brain stimulatedTakin' hits from the bomb, gettin' more and more fadedTake a deep breath, I take a cold hit to the chestNo seats, no stamps, I smoke nothin' but the factsI keep rollin' and rollin' until I run out of papersAs I emerge from the scene, creepin' out the bug vaporsI'm flowin', puffin' on some * with some bomb tasteI'm feelin' like my motherfuckin' head ain't even on straightSwiggin' hard liquor till I'm finished with the bottleAnybody wanna know, just blazin' in my bottleMy sack is gone, ashtray full of roachesI can feel my blood posin' from the THC dosageTo all you motherfuckers smokin' a budSmoke a blunt to this *, and get * upWe some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you, haterSo if you're comin' with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blazin'We some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you, haterSo if you're comin' with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blazin'Gotta keep it tight through these timesYou know what's up, * a bitch, money's on my mindMy past to quickly rise to the top of the gameShakin' fakes, fools make moves and drop a phraseGet paid, cause all my homies in the struggleBust rhymes on the mic about the times when we used to hustleTryin' to make money, but it's hard to make moneyTryin' to stay focused, keep my mind a dollar signCause we some straight criminals, always stay on the grindLately, all I see is envy and greedPunk motherfuckers tryin' to keep me from shaggin' G'sBut I proceed with schemes and plotsCredit tryin' to reach the top by givin' it all that I gotSo somehow, someway, bitch, I'm gonna get paidIn this motherfuckin' rap gameAnd ain't got * to lose and everything to proveOnce I come up and make that moveWe some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you, haterSo if you're comin' with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze itWe some real representers on the mission for the paperDown the blast, put the smash on you, haterSo if you're comin' with that bullshit, save itBitch, we ain't concerned, we like the urban, just blaze it