[Verse 1: LERIX]
One time for my people busy rocking
Two times cause we let nobody stop us
Three times for my city living proper
Turn your hands to Glocks
Lick shots for big poppa
Save the drama for the plays and the operas
Ain't a thing staged for them folks with binoculars
Been on that boom bap
From days in the lunchroom
Been over heads like two plumbers on mushrooms
Soul from the crush groove
Leader of new schools
Plus on the mic
I'm animated as cartoons
Sharp as a tack
Better yet, maybe a harpoon
1 man army, on my own in the carpool
Nothing is stopping
Until my major accomplishment
Is I tore the machine down
Topple they Optimus
Kill em off, chemo
No we ain't we equal
Never duplicated
See me at the sequel (Like)
[HOOK]
One for the money
Two for the shows
Three for rhymes
Then off-off we go
(x4)
[Verse 2]
In case you ain't notice
Backpack nigga till the straps on my shoulders
No longer pullng over
Till I kill the lames
And the games
In that order
So if you didn't hear it, you should act like I told ya
All stand
Show homage when im holding court
Pay attention, Nothing living, ever slowed the course
In case you missed it, I'm a wizard In my chosen sport
Mention me in whispers
Like I'm villainous as Voldemort
He so cocky and he so vocal
I don't see the logic
Of letting him around protools
Hell never get bigger, he buzz will always be local
Maaan, say it with your chest
Like a hater suppose to
How niggas without grindz
Is worried about mine
But still want the limelight
Get back on the sideline
Damn, that's the type of fools that I laugh at
My pants sag, To show these ass hats
My ass crack
[Hook]
One time for my people busy rocking
Two times cause we let nobody stop us
Three times for my city living proper
Turn you hands to Glocks
Lick shots for big poppa
Now who gonna stop us?
Thats something to think about
It won't a record label
They sinking and blinking out
Cause record execs putting they heart near they bank account
Bleed the art dry
Till the passions and flavors out
Or should we blame
Niggas in this game
Quickly selling out they souls
They embrace the pain
For a taste of fame
Trading poison for their gold
They can kiss my ass
I can give two fucks about
About your spins on radio
I always keep it real
And the music hot
Cause thats the only thing I know
(Say it with me now)