[Intro]
\nMmm, twenty-v-one
\nI gave you a head up fade, why you run? Nigga
\nAll the rest of you motherfuckers
\nIf you wasn’t there from the first day
\nGet the fuck out the way
\nUh
\n
\n[Verse 1]
\nBatty Batman and Robin, I’m robbin’
\nAnd they don’t wanna act or rap no more
\nNigga, get a job then
\nI’m the West Coast dick in they mouth throbbin’
\nPeter Park’ you niggas, got your bitch legs in the air, high goblin
\nPunchlines’ll leave you wobblin’
\nBitch in they DNA, we don’t need a swab in-
\nThey mouth to tell these niggas don’t wanna do no squabblin’
\nAnd I ain’t get to this motherfuckin’ tier sobbin’
\nFrom BK to LA, niggas know how I ball
\nI’m dimwitty, been witty, aye, fuck all y’all
\nIf it was twenty-v-one against me I’ll [?] thе wall
\nNiggas know how we do on the motherfuckin’ [?]
\nI’m too cold, nеver thaw, uh
\nKobe, y’all just soft
\nNigga y’all look up to look up to me, and I ain’t tall, uh
\nSomehow, I still do this shit, Chris Wallace
\nI’m the diamond in the rough, I just ain’t been that polished
\nToo Pac to hit up, too big to seize
\nFucking with me, emcees is on they knees
\nLike hoes up in the breeze on the motherfuckin’ blade
\nI been made, motherfuckers know, I get paid
\nIt’s paper in my pocket, pimpin’, iceberg, really though
\nRap to get the cheese but don’t fuck with my chili, though
\nJoey wanna be Billy Badass, what happened to Billy, though?
\nHe got his ass beat by Leroy, that’s how it really glow
\nReally though, sure enough, niggas ain’t so tough
\nWhen they get in front a nigga like me, they life ain’t so rough
\nThese niggas went to art school, better be smart fools
\nStay your stupid ass on the stoop, don’t want no parts, fool
\nDaylyt, Ray Vaughn, my niggas: cool
\nThem the homies too
\nThey teach slang, I teach rules
\nLefty know how my gun play
\nCrashing out with me, you better off down a oneway
\nMonday through Friday, you niggas week
\nI’m in the field any given Sunday
\nYou hear these shots ring, you better run ‘way
\nYou niggas ain’t poppin’ shit just poppin’ it
\nPut that lil’ gun ‘way
\nAsk Jason Martin
\nThey don’t want a problem with me once I get to startin’
\nLast time you niggas dissed the coast
\nTell these motherfuckers I don’t give a fuck ‘bout they pardons
\nFuck them and Donald Trump for what they did in January
\nNiggas tried to be hardcore, found out they stans a fairy
\nPussies get popped like virgins, found out they man a cherry
\nNow he leakin’, for speakin’, found out his man canary
\nCJ finally thought he was fly in that suit and tie
\nBut he got that shit from me, all my niggas in the sky
\nCan’t lie, I’m the truth
\nIn the streets, in the booth
\nStore my name in they mouth like a motherfuckin’ tooth
\nTruthfully I prefer to loot
\nTried to give these niggas a hand, they prefer the boot
\nI talk money, they prefer to mute, uh
\nAm I trippin? Or when you see Joey in a fur and suit?
\nNiggas trollin’, I’m rollin’, controllin’, consolin’
\nDifferent game, though, when it take they soul in
\nLike Jumanji, niggas [?] perish
\nAll you other niggas get embarrassed
\nAnd perish
\nI’m dope boy, you Ferris
\nLast words to cherish
\nA top dog, I don’t need a reason
\nBall like Kobe everyday, I don’t need a season
\nTo leave ‘em salty, you can’t hawk me
\nI’ll send you to the store to get more malt liquor
\nYou niggas [?]
\nBig dog, nigga, that might go over they head like planes
\nBut if I ever hold a L, bitch, I'll sign with Diamond Lane
\nI'm down for everything but backin' out like dimes say
\nYou niggas ain't get pussy 'til your prom date, bitch\n\n
