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 to
see 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 from
false 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'm
in my bag, yeah, I can feel it when the respect is real, doin' business with crook is deeper
than a record deal, my tech is bill, yet and still, I couldn't pay my electric bill, now
my every meal is somethin' fly like electric eel, comin' up and niggas plottin' against
ya.
Start.
In a whisper, watchin' your pictures, stalkin' your Insta, hopin' cop is a Frisco, my walk
with a pistol, Churchill in my mouth, feel like you talkin' to Winston, memoirs of a
fatherless kid, I grew up in a zombie apocalypse crib, prosperity died, poverty lived, in my
mind, robbery constantly hid, think I got you, I probably did, apology shared, I was
hungry as a vegan in a meat market, police department, lookin' for a street target, now
my name in market, sneakers walk across a meat carpet, I promised God I would stop as
soon 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 to
a 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, nightmares
that my bitch call the feds, that's why I'm in the strip club, tryin' to get my mind off
the leeches and the backstabbers, chillin' in the VIP with a bunch of wack rappers, I
don'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 better
letters embedded.
In a line, call up a medic, I said it, stickin' your neck in a guillotine just to get ahead
cause you rather pathetic when you rhyme, Dr. Moreau, niggas on Hell's Island, like
the word talk, you get the L quiet, I don't wanna hear * when I'm spittin', just remember
the same letters that spell listen, spell silent, I move with a pair of shooters and
barracudas, with a pair of roogers that get respected like Larry Hoover, cut your wig
like some hair remover, I'll be somewhere in Cuba, sittin' in a pool just like I'm
sharing Ubers, remindin' you niggas that I'm the best ever, seen a lyricist like Crook
at 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, the
final boss you face, give up the joystick, you boys are pussy as dykes, fuckin' a toy
dick, destroy quick, when the beat in my voice click, gettin' rid of black ass snitches
and 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 up
to 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' with
us, hey, yo, active, let's get the * out of here, man, see you next week, what's that
I smell, smoke, oh, not yet, not yet, all right, cool, when y'all ready, bark at your
dog, yeah, all smoke.
We'll be right back.