[Verse: Da Deputy]
Elinor & 28th rest in peace to Torrey
Good in the clutch step back Robert Horry
It's a lot of rappers out here that just really bore me
Spitting fairy tales dog I’ma different story
Boy from the south mayne I done took a road trip
No footprints in the sand we had to mold it
I went Vegan I'm used to making my own shit
Hottest thing smoking on the tube like a bong rip
Look, why you playing then if you won't play to win
Grew up round the pimps rocking gator skin
If they think the lines for em’ I might bait em' in
Chunk my deuces to the side cuz' I'm greater than
I finesse the kind of cute one just to date her friend
Game nuts I could really mack a dame and then
Skate like, we was in the Lincoln chopping blades again
The irony of running through em' in a throwback Chamberlin
Speaking of basketball, I'm the one you should no for sure
New York City a mecca, my shot like Okafor
Lady of liberty standing looking at you
You don't put no numbers up, the game don't even stat you
I’m Ray Allen to the 3, boy I love my turf
Had a talk with Jesus told me get it by the shuttles worth
I’m done with hoops, we back at the shack
Playing 25 lighters, it's that Fat Pat
From the Tex this ain’t new to me
When it come to talking trill I do it beautifully
Aye you can't be effected by the scrutiny
That's the quickest way to change like gratuity
Just a tip for ya, aight come again
My aunt may see this and show all her friends
Great power great responsibility the trend
I'm not tryna’ see the prisons where my uncle been
Johnny, you can tell I'm really having
Elbows on the slab boy we been dabbin'
Talking game is a sport, I ain't even bragging
Yo in comparison they pale John Madden
Look, remember Moms pawned the Sega for some cash to shop
The day she sold sonic damn near made my planet rock
Round table politicking, struggled and we had to watch
They authorized my written's now I do this on cam a lot
All you niggas sound like Dot
All you niggas sound like Hendrix
@dadeputy on twitter you can hit my mentions
Orange candy coat, got it looking citrus
Wood wheel in the slab man it's just tradition
Niggas think they rap better boy they optimistic
Heard you was finna' drop and I opt to miss it
Listen, I never will
Old Roc-A-Fella, I get it let's bet a mil
Fort Worth, Texas ain't no stockyards nigga
Ask them Butler Housing Boys in them box cars nigga
Rest in peace to MeMe, 05' bangin' Jeezy
My reminisce is heaven sent it come easy
I had a hunch yo when we was broke they would see me
Off brand cereal we never saw wheaties
Now i'm greedy, watch me double back in February
Trust me, the shit I got stashed is hella scary
You're all I need, I'm in her playlist severely
Audio dealer my biggest sales, meth and mary
Yo, My Brooklyn homie hit my line up this morning
Told em' son I'ma be at 105 scorching
Nigga I ain't done the kid the hungry like a orphan
Maserati is the only way I stick a fork in
Ain't shit free, want a verse nigga pay me
You got yo front end and yo back, maybe
I will not embody anything half shady
You know, sir a get more than a bag baby
Product of the 80's so my life past crazy
My dog south too he keep the biscuit so he gravy
Head on swivel tell them folks not to fiddle
It get violent if strings get pulled don't play the middle
Can't make light of, the run down won't be little
It's either the arm out or somebody getting chiseled
Enough of the tough shit the south for the upset
Lap anybody on the track come get dusted
Young Pimp C mixed with bars what a substance
Chopped and screwed LNDN DRGS swangin' in a cutlass
Mayne, poured up in a liter
My lil' San Diego joint have you seen her? (yea, yea)
Spanish thing slim thick like Selena (aye, aye)
Hit my dance when i'm in it macarena, Johnny
