[Intro]

It's alright

[Verse 1]

Hit to work with the Chucks, young Mr. Miyagi

Put your worth on my bucks, I'm catching a body

We doing him sloppy, niggas be pasting my style (Cool)

We cuttin' the copy, original don dada

My pop was a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17

I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons

Niggas be buggin' at Peggy, too wrong for too many reasons

I'm just trying to get a bag up (Facts)

Rappers in this industry, creatively in handcuffs (Damn)

When I scream out "cracker" I be shakin' out the dandruff (Sheesh)

Shave my head at night 'fore I start working on my stanzas

Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight

It's passion, this style got no sequels, Peggy found no equals

I'm runnin' through these packs 'til I find a beat as good as people

Give that bitch an elbow

How Peggy only five-ninе with sticks as big as diesel?

My puppies told mе feed you, these bulldogs, they gon' eat you

All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel

You joke like Key and Peele do

Banana clips gon' peel you

Monkey business to major moves

Put him in the sky where the angels groove

Sucka-ass nigga, I ain't playin' with you

Damn, boy, who claimin' you?

Why your niggas ain't stay with you?

This ACOG got wicked zoom

Got these niggas lookin' like panic room

Yeah, I got these niggas lookin' like panic room, yeah

[Verse 2]

Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and

All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and

You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable

No, I don't want your consent, nigga I'ma pull this dick on you

No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2?

If he do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible

Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha

That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (Brrt)

Caught this nigga without a tool, huh

Baby, you're looking like a fool, hm