[Verse STS]
Shout out my boy [Biko?] one point cinco
Grams in the blunt before I hit you with the lingo
I be's to Bear One like Guru's to Primo
Do this for my nigga, hope you rest in peace Tino
Glass full of Pinot, pocket full of C-notes
Rolling marijuana, got these bitches on a ski slope
Ya'll don't understand how it feels to be me though
Trying to get the world to scream gold like me, hoe
So we go where niggas can't go because of P.O
Renaissance niggas like Langston and Baldwin
[And dinner time??] nigga ballin', Spaulding
Catch a beat running like Rawlin, darling
Trouble now, double down buddy bet shit
Say I sound like Booty Brown, and fitting to catch a fat lip
Matter fact this is the Pharcyde, welcome to the dark side
Boy you better slide down or raise [[board park slide???]]
Face first, [race??] is what they throwing at me
Build it from the ground like a chassis, asses
I don't give a fuck nor do I give too many passes
Whoopin' ass niggas call me [cashin'?]
Outclass niggas, call me fascist
Hit the ground running, wasn't trying to be the fastest
[?] at a time I'm trying to reach the masses
As the world turn, burn herbs into ashes
With [?] in my glasses
[Bridge]
[Verse 2 STS]
My nigga [?] hit me and he asked me
I could sing some shit to make these mother fucking bastards
Recognize that I be killing niggas, bring a casket
Stretch a mother fucker, we ain't playing with elastic
I ain't never mask it, you must not be listening
Gold Rush III, it's time nigga paid attention
Caddy on the grill, that my flow is an extension
Riding this beat if you can feel the suspension, engine
Closer to the top that's essential
Stacks in the ceiling like a dope boy pension
Bars on deck, straight shots no sippin'
Bitches know the rev hard cock co pimping
Life is hard knock, well my block is no different
Voted for Barrack, hope loaded in a Smiff N' Wessun
Lesson, second amendment
I ain't never cower to a nigga or contentment
[Conviction?] is a [?]
Doobie no lighter
Killing rappers, only way to light my fire
Roll another, mother fucker's only getting higher
He only said it cause he trying to inspire
Don't need help rapping, I'm pass out flyers
Tell everybody, saying words to the wire
On my way to Hollywood, word to Mariah
She and Slim Shorty out late burning tires