[Intro]

Okay, y'all listen up a minute

We gonna do a song that you've never heard before

And it goes a lil' somethin' like this

Hard, on-on-on the beats

Hard, on-on-on the beats

Ayy, I just got a question

Look

[Verse]

What you talkin' 'bout? Some rappin' shit?

If it's just money and hoes, nigga, you ain't rappin' shit

Put a cease to your old flow, 'cause it reeks like a hobo

Nigga, I will DC send this Joan blow go CC, tell your whole coast we don't want that weak shit no more

Fuck these niggas, Pro' focused, nigga, my flow ferocious

Ride this beat like a locomotive, reppin' these streets like a G supposed to

Old school 'Lac with the muffler smokin', dents in the back, but I'm rollin'

With a bad bitch and her ass look swollen, talkin' that trill shit as we coastin'

This that realness, I ain't posin', nah, I ain't no killer

But these college girls, they love him, the streets niggas, they feel him

Got the knowledge of a scholar, demeanor of a killer

Recognize the dangerous mind, homie, you see one in the buildin', nigga

That revolution Marcus Garvey flow

I'm Bob Marley, though, even though I hardly smoke

I blew when niggas tried to call me lucky as a four leaf clover

But I furthered they style, don't need no Maury show, bitch

The fans is losin' they patience

'Cause they want that original, but niggas is droppin' out duplications, boy

Mobster all in your rhymes, but really you're not, you niggas is fakin'

Why the fuck is you broke all the time with all these so-called moves you makin'?

Hold up, trill nigga, better ask around

The only reason your ass got signed 'cause nigga, that deal, I passed it down

Gimmicks could last a round, this him to the legends gon' pass the crown

I'm stackin' that cash up now 'cause every beat I get on, this cash compound, I kill it

I kill it, banks of snakes, I hope they ride and die

But it's not for I to be protestin' on blocks outside

Die or the cops are swine, I watch my folk get popped and die

My nigga, D, still out the side, Texas heat, I've been out the pot

Fuck them hoes 'cause I gots to ride for the Gs in blue and niggas poppin' fire

This real shit, they can't knock the nine, hit the stage and niggas think Pac's alive

Alex Haley, Huey Newton, Gil Scott and Nat Turner, too

Droppin' heat, boy, I burn the booth, Pro' be speakin' that Sojourner Truth

H-Town I represent, and out the south to the east to the west

No disrespect the Cali team, but I easily bet, my nigga, we the best

Ask Slim, that my partner, Face heard me, nigga tried to sign me

Z-Ro tweeted "I'ma be a legend," Bun B quoted, "He gon' be a problem"

[Outro]

If you want respect, you gotta earn it

You damn right

You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did, if you want some juice

You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know

You there to take them out

Any time you feel like it

You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet, partner

Get the wind behind your back or go out in a blaze if you got to

Otherwise, you ain't shit

You might as well be dead ya damn self