Saddenin' Diz, we back, ayo what up Red Bull, ay Mike, yo Greater Movement Affiliation,Urban Confucius, what up, or the Guna 89 TI3G, yo, I lost a lot of friends in this game,you know what I mean?Hoppin' double cross no medallions, a city full of lost niggas wildin', they hate tosee a boss nigga stylin', red carpet walk across with a stallion, yo, Gucci drippin'sauce in Italian, whoa, I just wanna floss like I'm smilin', whoa, stay away fromfalse niggas smilin', yo, pay the cost to be the boss, money pallin', oh, niggas mad,my bars live in a cell, I call it the pen and pad, forgive me, I didn't have a dad,* was bad, they told me I finished last, instead I'm just kickin' ass forever, I'min my bag, yeah, I can feel it when the respect is real, doin' business with crook is deeperthan a record deal, my tech is bill, yet and still, I couldn't pay my electric bill, nowmy every meal is somethin' fly like electric eel, comin' up and niggas plottin' againstya.Start.In a whisper, watchin' your pictures, stalkin' your Insta, hopin' cop is a Frisco, my walkwith a pistol, Churchill in my mouth, feel like you talkin' to Winston, memoirs of afatherless kid, I grew up in a zombie apocalypse crib, prosperity died, poverty lived, in mymind, robbery constantly hid, think I got you, I probably did, apology shared, I washungry as a vegan in a meat market, police department, lookin' for a street target, nowmy name in market, sneakers walk across a meat carpet, I promised God I would stop assoon as my dream started, a soul artist, writin' bout all her life's tests, I'm cold hearted,diamonds all on my ice chest, make the right steps, make the right calls, turn a pawn toa king before the night falls, somethin' like chess, a boss, I graduated from a rich thug,seem like they gotta hate you just to get love, money on my head, in the bed, nightmaresthat my bitch call the feds, that's why I'm in the strip club, tryin' to get my mind offthe leeches and the backstabbers, chillin' in the VIP with a bunch of wack rappers, Idon't blame em, they mamas was probably cracked at it, it's just a theory, picked up a series,I'm back at it, movin' melodies with my mind, telekinetic, hella poetic, nobody got betterletters embedded.In a line, call up a medic, I said it, stickin' your neck in a guillotine just to get aheadcause you rather pathetic when you rhyme, Dr. Moreau, niggas on Hell's Island, likethe word talk, you get the L quiet, I don't wanna hear * when I'm spittin', just rememberthe same letters that spell listen, spell silent, I move with a pair of shooters andbarracudas, with a pair of roogers that get respected like Larry Hoover, cut your wiglike some hair remover, I'll be somewhere in Cuba, sittin' in a pool just like I'msharing Ubers, remindin' you niggas that I'm the best ever, seen a lyricist like Crookat the West, never.I go garage.I chip you like a polka dilla, the flow's a illa, nigga, I'm on the next level, thefinal boss you face, give up the joystick, you boys are pussy as dykes, fuckin' a toydick, destroy quick, when the beat in my voice click, gettin' rid of black ass snitchesand white boy ricks, cause we don't like that * up over here, Eastside, Long Beach,throw my city in the air, yeah, it's Friday, you know I had to come, let's walk right upto the sun, my niggas.Word, word, word, the weekly, it's Friday.You know where we at, every Friday, yo, crime city, what up, yeah, hey, fuckin' withus, hey, yo, active, let's get the * out of here, man, see you next week, what's thatI smell, smoke, oh, not yet, not yet, all right, cool, when y'all ready, bark at yourdog, yeah, all smoke.We'll be right back.