Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavor, that part It's impossible to love it if you don't come from it It's things that goes on you just can't stomach I seen it all happen but I ain't sayin' nothin' Peep 24-7 in the hood it's hot If you wanna fall through get top on the phone He don't pick up then it ain't bull Let you know it ain't good to stop, that part I'm a Watts nigga and we not kosher ***, niggas only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder This is where they come where they coppin' boulders Hoes catfight with they tits exposed Still sippin' on that wild Irish rose Still rock, swap me designer clothes, ah Black Mac 11 in my mattress Make a hundred racks do a backflip Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes Pussy pop for a bankroll All my killers with me got a blank face On that *** you bitch with a pay pay Make a pull up on your block with them two-two Aim it at your face, hey Movin' with the rock and the glockensillers You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it You either on the watch or the clock is tickin' The life of my Watts and my bop the niggas Get pinched, I'mma post a bond No P.O.P., go hold it down, look Need cash, gotta get you some If a hater tell you money ain't everything He don't want you to get none So we thuggin' like DMX Bleed ***, PMS, point blank, period Meet me on the ES, I'm fully with the BS And we don't stress a 38 till it free your chest And P.P. on the P.O.'s desk, I'm Jay-Z In a blowout press, relate me to your blowouts best Can't hate me, her remote your death from HD Causin' photo theft, my A.C. And he freeze, gotta hold your breath from eight feet When I hold this tech, protect me from the local threats My I.D. said my eye don't rest, my I.V. Qualified T-Rex, S.I.T. Kept my I.Q. vexed, denying me from my I.V. school Applying me to the street I slept I quietly had the holiest tool Reminding me of the block I wrapped the turf I stepped the church in the earth I blessed the first, I guessed the lurk was the murk I chefed It hurts to flirt with perks of a kill, confess, disperse The worst, the first 48 address, the search and loss Averse of the birth, I nested, uh The odd, the curse of opposing sense The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavor, that part That part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part, that part Zazraz, Zazraz, Zazraz, Zazraz, Zazras Lamborghini, Hi Creams, hold up with the white cart Solo, hold a prophet, yeah Solo, hold a prophet That's a fortune teller, making withdrawals and deposits Ironic, they wanna know where I've been in Where the *** I've been hiding in When the *** am I dropping that? New work, that Take em to church and turn the universe upside down again Since you're so smart, yeah, yeah I can't get in my groove till we get the Q first Do not will, not he My pool of dollars large enough to part the Red Sea Father, forgive them for they know not know who they see I got all eyes on me, call me 3Pac Hang on, nigga, let me get some Hang on, nigga, hang on Met a mill and I spent it in the same day Got a chopper, not the AK Get money on a vacay Go-go gadgets in the driveway Groovy Tony in July, yeah, I'm getting kiddies on a Sunday How you balling in a Hyundai? My Ferrari got a two-pack Swerve in the big body Your favorite artist, I'm his big homie Yeah, I'm walking with a fifth and I ain't voting, I'm a crip, homie I'm with the bloods, where the locs at? Where the blood, where the choked brown gloves for the combat? How the feds and your contacts? How the feds know my set name, Flynn and the Moussane I dreaded the rap game Heard Solo coming up next Since I got a classic, nigga Heard Zazras got it mastered Uh, the fire burning through the plastic So fingers to the badges They don't love you till the racks evolved When I was broke, that wouldn't accept the call Now they on me for my decimals Blank faces, gotta X them off Enemies gotta bob and weave Gang-banging like we stand for something While Alta Sterling getting killed for nothing Two cowards in the car, they just there to film Saying black lives matter, should've died with him Wrong nigga in your hood, you gon' ride on him White nigga with a badge, you gon' let that slide Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life I'll die for my daughter, gotta fight this fight Put a blank face on, nigga, let that dry