I need a Porsche wit a fly hoe
Hand ridin down her thigh slow
Baby I'm just trynna Tae Bo, you can't cuff me or I'll Chapo
Wit diamonds glitter like Mariah
Lookin like I'm the supplier
Desert Eagle by the Bible
For niggas trynna meet the God one
For niggas trynna meet the god one
Hit you wit the lyric choppa
Niggas sayin rap is dead
Well look at me as the reviver
Look at me as the new doctor
Look at me as the new sire
Cuz BLSSD is comin wit the heat and we rock nothin but the fly shit
These bitches be up on that fly shit
Textin, callin me
I don't want you bitch
These hoes f*ckin scheme
She got a nigga
But trynna f*ck wit me
I got some niggas that you should prolly meet
It's my competition and you got common things
I got that dope shit and y'all like f*ckin fiends
You can try hard but you can't f*ck wit a young nigga like me
Dope shit, no white T
Just chillin on the corner in my city, Long Beach
Young new school nigga wit a fresh prince steeze
Who them niggas posted in the back
That's my team
For niggas that chance it
I don't understand it
You can't see me like I'm cena, and you got me doin my hand shit
This shit is tragic
I wish I had the money and that y'all say y'all got
Nice whips and a crib with a Bayview spot
So my girl run around like she on Baywatch
And I ain't considered fake if I say I'm not
Every artist with a mic would stop claiming they hot
And everybody that rap only state what they got
While people call it a hobby, I could make it a job
And through all the bullshit, I'd still remain on top
Wishful thinking though
It's no rules when I'm spitting for y'all
It's no cap when the ceilings involved
Just pay attention bro
And I don't know shit to none of y'all
I holed the glory like my dick in the wall
Oh that's kind of gross
Yeah they treat me like a nightstand
They sleeping on me, now you can think of my tracks as an ambient
And nobody sees my plan
I hold my own like I got my junk all in my right hand (Yeah)
Not cocky but I'm confident
Peep the booth, see the mic is lit
You can picture me on top
But I guess it all depends on what frame of mind you in
My punchlines Mike Tyson them
With everybody trynna rap, I may as well roll the dice again
In your ear like I'm gossiping
Don't need to engrave the watch to let you know whose time it is
I'm trying to be where Dre at
Whether it's a mic or telling billionaires to trade that
Knocking other Niggas way back
Put the speaker to yo nose
Now you face facts
A lot of y'all get the SMH and your lyrics get the tequila face
One thing I just need to say
My style is untouched
My rhymes are upchuck
The game is unjust
But watch me come up
(Aye, Lyric Homicide shit)