Oh me oh my, guess we finally got a piece of the pie

They say I'm a reasonable guy when you get to know me

I'm the nigga that'll ride and still keep it holy

Lately they been more shady than Eminem

But this little light of mine it never dims

Can't keep hopping back and forth over the fence

Shit get electric when a nigga slide that's word to K-Shine

These days we care about who we aware about

These niggas dropping tracks and we don't know their whereabouts

Nobody talk about them for real we know it now

I wet that flow with some sauce time to air it out

Man oh man that was a doozy

The wave had some so-so fans and slow groupies

We made on homeland some niggas still surfing

We gotta full table niggas still serving

The bottle service got a nigga still swerving swerving

Nah I ain't nervous, matter fact I encourage it to the maximum capacity

If we at war of course expect casualties, jeez

Can't pull the plug if it's wireless

My ignorance coming out of retirement

Meanwhile I cruise in the city that you claiming balling with some ill shit on my feet I'm flu gaming

Woa, balled out on the road

Did it up with my bros and plan to do it some mo'

I don't shine in the dark I illuminated

And I'm saying too much real for you to hate it

Just bounce with it, these flames I douse quick this ain't no play or vacay in the house shit

This that top down hands in her blouse shit

Scheming on some cat and mouse shit now a moment of silence

"Pray for the weak"

Cause the heat really gave niggas a rare fetish

Hella shots walking with a personal paramedic, hella dots in line like I'm tryna repair a sentence

Menace to the underground new sound a new world order

I might Diablo if I cross that border

But really this is just a little speech for the high

I just blow away the green to the sky, oh me oh my

I guess we got a piece of the pie and we hid the leftovers aside

They wanna buy into it I been through it

Hit you at the end like when can we get to it, nah

See I don't really fuck wit that, those the niggas I don't trust in fact lemme relax

Cause I don't wanna see nobody on my team get rowdy unless needed this is only preseason

They was waiting on a nigga to drop

And I did it like grease in the pan my shit popped

Man I'm writing so many jams my wrist locking

They know I'm the man wit the plan I ain't stopping

Closed the door wit new locks they still knocking

Failure was never an option, I ball like Stockton

Or maybe T-Mac in his prime, if I pass it nigga know it's a dime, Yell Ell the don