[Intro]
(What's wrong with these children today?) (not anything a good ass kicking wouldn't help)
[Verse 1]
Can I kick it?
Entering to the land of the wicked
Pimp type niggas ready to fuck shit up and get it
With the phonk
Only the realest niggas beat this out the trunk
But if a nigga can't look you in your eyes, they tryna do ya wrong
Paper stay on my dome
Ready to get up on my business
Paid, spitting and killin' these rappers repeating it every time you blame a [?]
Twistin' papers day to day
I do this for my hater's sake
'Cause jealousy never been a trait
Niggas know my résumé
It's money on my mind
'Causе my braincells are gone-uh
Smoking marijuana, taking trips to California
Dazing, blazing
Off thе occasion
Burning so much reefa
Make my eyes go Asian
But I fucks with Mexicans and caucasians
But I can't be ya nigga
How do you figure?
It could be some sort of combination
That'll defeat the purpose of my whole compilation
[Yeah, yeah]
[Yeah, Yeah]
[Yeah, Yeah]
[Yeah, Yeah]
[Verse 2]
Never slippin'
Recognize realness
This is playa pimpin' cause I keep hella bitches
Never had a Mrs
Lettin' God be the witness
Show no pity for a shone
Gotta stay focused on my riches
Just rollin' loud, lifted as my homie hit the switches
Don't no phony niggas kickin'
Ready to come up on a million
Niggas know just what it's 'bout when we step in the building
Bring them bad bitches
I pop bottles out the ceiling
For real
Most of my niggas ready to kill
On the drill
Still locin' and rollin' off of a pill
Ganking niggas
Quick for that paper stack
Fly out to Cali like we trying to bring the Lakers back
'93 major league, ha, bring it back
All in ya face wit it, but wait for the sneak attack
Matter of fact
Might aswell take a seat where the bleachers at
'Cause you get no pay where I stay
305, M.I.A
New era, gang