Yeah, smoke levels are rising in here It's the Harvest, Audio Hustlers Be real, let's take this *** to South Africa Come on, DJ Slur and Rat, y'all better step back My nigga Weez, come on, blaze up This is Weez, the face that's on the scene, just breathe Got the top back on the neck for the breeze And I got a strap in my jeans, if I gotta pull it out, cock back and squeeze And that can go for the haters in the bitch, if you think about it for a minute, then you'll figure out the difference Cause one can get a hater shot up and the other can get a bitch get down proper With a ball like us, we Audio Hustlers I hit the spot, got this whole *** soaked up You think you're so tough, I'm a soldier As soon as I roll up, I blow up like explosives And I holla at Be Real for exposure, with it a crack, now I'm on the map like the ocean I switch coasters, I switch continents, so ain't no telling where I'll be at next It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go, everybody knows the name So I holla at Be Real and he told me the deal, he gon' put me up in the game Step back while I do my thing, step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing, step back while I do my thing Cause if you just don't get it, I'm ahead of the pack And click clack for you haters in back, I blow thick with my click like the Raiders in black You feelin' chill when you see the kind of paper we stack We never play for the paper, we tap that head Put your body in the ground so the earth gets fed You couldn't live in my shoes, dude Cause reppin' is hard as we do, you can't get used to It ain't in your blood, it ain't in your veins It ain't in your heart, don't hook up, it ain't in your brains We off the chain, you off the game Your bitch's friends say, hey, get off that lane Sucks to be you, homie Your way off course, call me Luke cause I roll with the force You ain't ready for the brain I bring See I'm king, be I sting Step back as I do my thing Like everywhere I look and everywhere I go Everybody knows the name So I holla at the real and he told me the deal He gon' put me up in the game Step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing It's just another day Fresh outta plains and shiny I guess that's why they call it the golden state I'm in California, hey Hollywood from S.A. a hella long way And I know what the jealous gonna say If I'm prepared for the hate, then they know I don't play Cause there's one right here, it's for me and my It's a roadie just to get my checks from BMI I'ma be alright And tonight this fucker's full with ice With bottles in him, that's the life And I got one love, that's the mic And one sub for your mug, man Off the fight And I holla at your girl and she lookin' right Take her to paradise and I even got her from the flat Then I take ass off like a paradise Born for the lights, red carpets and the flashlights Everywhere I look and everywhere I go Everybody knows the name So I holla at me real and he told me the deal He gon' put me up in the game Step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing Step back while I do my thing Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah