[Verse 1: Rakaa]

Look out, watch it, approach with caution

The A-L-C spins like the chrome revolvin’

Bang out, ventilate, air your brain out

While your girl hit the front row to call my name out

It’s the California golden state sunshine glarin’ on ya

Back from Amsterdam thinking kush is more than marijuana

Pure Americana, we’re election victims

Only athletes and hustlers know the metric system

I’m touched, son of a reverend

I send the tithe, play the round, but I don’t hustle heaven

Military hood rhymes like the mic’s a weapon

Militant good times like Michael Evans

Dilated Rakaa rocks the crown of thorns properly

Wear it as a badge of honor, tell ‘em there’s no stopping me

Keep your ojos peeled or the rojo spills

I don’t bang, but I’m loco still

[Verse 2: Fashawn]

I’m a keep doing what I’m doing till you’re done with me

Till it ain’t fun to me

Exposed like somebody unzipped me

It’s going down like rum, whiskey

I puff sticky, like my hundreds and my ones crispy

Just a poet under pressure, only turned him to a diamond

Digging for gold far from a minor, now I’m a grown up

Some think I’m a loner, but for those who know

I roll deep as the Atlantic Ocean with a band of soldiers

Cockin’ they cannons, we rollin’, roll up a gram of that doja

We expandin’, controlling Los Angeles like we own it

Don’t be fooled by the lights, never seen Paradise

More like a pair of dice

Shit, I’m gambling my life away

Hustling, scrambling, damn it I could die today

Immortalized through the rhyme, C-A state of mind

Wish they had a flavor like mine, just the way I was designed

[Verse 3: Evidence]

It’s time to pay the piper, I don’t calm down, I’m hyper

Vent this, Lord forgive those that trespass against us

I don’t trust, I’m never left defenseless

Talking to a brick wall, dawg, fuck friendship

I mean, nowadays it’s all one and the same

Most fronting really only out for your fame

Most dawgs involved for their interest

I just met you, it’s just business

Game recognize game since day one

A-L-C move to the beat of the same drum

E-V stick the topic of discussion

I heard if they smile too much, don’t trust ‘em

Turn the other cheek, my mom say

I pay homage to your diss like Carlito Brigante

Benny Blanco’s back, I be the last to laugh

Look out, if it looks too good, it’s a trap

[Verse 4: Defari]

Aces high, my face is painless

The barrel’s stainless, the handle’s plastic

The weed I bags, oops, I mean contain it

The Porsche, of course I press, I fast lane it

Impress through the city of the West that made me

U.C.L.A. baby, Los Angeles gave me

This unique style, many unfit to imitate

Defari, the name mean top legitimate

I mean legitimate, I’m full-time with benefits

You’re just a little kid, you’re pissing your parents off

See, you the type to pop a case of no way

We the type to pop a case of rosé

No way can you fuck with us on no day

Viva la cannabis, yes, let’s blow away

I know a chemist whose beats punch holes like the dentist

He also from the town where they with the business

[Sample]

You know as an artist I’ve been able to travel around L.A. and learn from different artists, not just people from where I came from, but people from the west side of L.A., eastside, the north and the south. Some of them guys are still painting, some of ‘em not. Like some of them, they got older. I guess they moved on to different things, but you still have some people that were like real good, but—L.A. have a lot of good people from all over