[Hook]
Don't you dare go disobey and try sneak diss me
You fuck up and listen
I shut down your system
In one or two seconds
The look that I'm reppin'
Stay 'hood with no effort
What's good?
I repeat, when you tempt me
I'm never resting
Got so much to work
I go roll up the herb
As I wait to flow
Throw down the curse!
[Verse 1]
Lit, get your ear bit
Never see no action but always hear shit
All these bitches yapping, you better fear this
Real kid change it up better steer left
With the fucking gear stick
My city always cheerin' me on
She show me how she feel listening to Gree's songs
She blow up for the deal
Yeah I call her the bomb
See Ma?
They don’t get me
Ask the school how they really teach Chong
I'm a rebel
But not the devil
This shit make you bounce like when throwing in a pebble
Toking half an ounce then we going up a level
I’m so special diamonds in my lobes slowly fine embezzled
Better settle the pedal
If it powered by petrol
You got hours by several
In amount taste the metal
In your mouth face the fear that's ahead of you
Gauge that's the pediscule
Run man you better do
Trip out like edibles
Bitch boy yo', thinking he reppin'
You missing the message
If you gon' keep spitting a sentence
Sneak dissing your weapon
Where you from bitch?
Listen confess it
To fix the discretion
That's wrong kid dismissed by your parents
To wish off your clearance
To do wrong shit
Twist up your efforts to list down in sections from bong hits
Spliffs that you hitting while positioned in distance
You strong lifted
Not gifted enriched in society's system
But still on it
When figuring the hit you gon' release on the segment
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Tripping, ears blocked
Man I find hard to listen
Convinced once in position I'd start the raw spitting
Spliffs I'm hitting, God knows talent is given
I'm gifted enriched to the potholes that be drippin'
We from the West
Smithing hot flows mic' christened
Gree be the best listen on the beat reciting writtens
Mama had a son that's now risen and lifted
Mama never had it wrong we all pictured the image
I'm that kid you heard about
You walkin' through better turn around
I came to murder, came to murder
I said I'm that kid you heard about
Follow me to the perfect route
I bet you heard of, I bet you heard
About the young killer
Born straight sinner
Rhymes and spits deliver like a full course dinner
Mind rare more clearer than a destinations river
Final scare will get ya like you had no patience ever
Weed got my mind unblocked
Unlocked to a place where there's sirens
Guns pop as you drop
And you free headed to your destination
Prayed to God told him that heaven's patiently awaiting
Even Satan was once an angel, a saviour
Blunts rolled up paper is flavor
Once told save it for later
Homed Baked still under the radar
No mistakes we always make up
To the fears that we facing
Gears yeah we racing
Your bitch-ass rear what I’m chasing