[ Part 1 ]

It makes it easy easier to bet
You won't get ready no no
no more get it
No have me yes
'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we,
Don't tear no, never leave her
Yeah hoping finish swag I give em that more finish line
Got the niggas in the fillip caps
Rapping Cincinnati ain't never been there
Working the track out no under armor
F*ck bad b*tches check my list
Stacey dash I smash in pass and none of this face like a skin
Get ready the game gonna be here like teachers with their team here
No pin here straight up the dope I thought shot paka
Straight off the throne that goes for every nigga
Nigga with the lock in the heavy nigga I ain't talking bout rock
Even motha f*cking boss I'm the CDO
Just using the sky miles just see me flow
I got the I'll medicine flow
Fake down Cabala b*tch
Nigga see me foe I'm getting tired of these niggas
Fast putting wise on these niggas
I got some richer pride for these niggas
Couple court cases couple the north the ground
By next the aces I can't take this shit that I'm seeing in industry
I'd rather be everybody's enemy in the back of strip clu
some heresy I feel it make it rain with I got memories
F*ck with them here I blow out memory
Cake the roof off the sheavy we rock Kennedy
Like a bottle Patrol one nigga can't finish me
Open nigga ass until the cops it was telling me
Ice on my neck I ain't never had an injury
Ice on my wrist I ain't never had an injury
Me while nigga see me with the doctor
on the faded nigga welcome to the Oprah
Welcome to the can't be a lobster OG cush watching shoters
Nigga tell to hit that, California cush five you aint' got a
Courter back nigga I got the back
Get Charlie Sheen on the phone tell em to win it back
The summer over nigga tell em that to win it back
Take your boy crown b*tch nigga come get it back
Snack back f*ck that open the
Nigga talk shit and it's all for the
All all for the niggas know what the boss of the city back
I need some Rose with the nigga
can't stop blood I'ma f*ck the fill it at
gonna set with a rare
In the industry took my own swag
Pound sound, dead
And all you niggas you're f*ckign fast
I bet you complain upon the boy twenty niggas came one of spell
handle but I don't eat sterves catch em on the hood
I know man had a divorce get on the truck
I had to force her, her she wanted to give it up
You are the force by her some bottles in the
What they do that my blood with my little nigga from the voodoo
all number one is going like the number one
Are you tryin make it rain with a honey ones
Nigga I'm to the pain no cover
Every day I'm in the rain with another gun
no Westley I'm the king motha f*ck Elvis Presley
I'm the king and I've been smoking dead come test me
Put two in your back
You're my head the king catch me
By the team over nigga arrest me
I'll be out tomorrow my lawyer beat that
nigga I just did that I've been working on

[ Part 2 ]
Yeah, got the nights on backyard looking like Vegas when the fight's on
Hood morning, hood evening, hood afternoon for no reason
Bought 50 to the face man you're bleeding
Thinking Leonidas 300 while we cheesing
Hopping that 300 tell my niggers we leaving
Tell that nigger land on the ground, we even
No need for oxygen mask, he ain't breathing
the lights on
Ain't no fucking witnesses but everybody seen it
They know what the bizness is, I'm ripping up some pea nuts
Got no love for bitches, all I'm giving them is penis
Gotta wash these bitches yeah take them to the cleaners
There, that ass, trying to be bitch you ain't Vanessa
Bitch you ain't Monica so what's with all the pressure
I'm rolling my chronic up
Out in Santa Monica, banging her on the dresser
I don't do the cuffs, but she want me to arrest her
Take another puff then switch direction
Walk around dolo, I don't need protection
Unless I'm with a groupie, now I need protection
4 condoms came for the thing I'm on that next shit
2 word minimum, I ain't trying to text shit
2 drinks I missed the now we on some sex shit
Can you do the she trying to success
She trying to succeed, she trying to blow me
No strings attached, she like it wee
But when the house lights come on, she like it 3
Put her face in the back, from behind she like free
And I ain't had to buy the bitch a bag, it was free
But that's just for me, give it to her like ahhh, master p
I have no limit, I go hard as a motherfucker
You need packy I see a star like a motherfucker
384 bars like a motherfucker, all lot of breath, I should pause like a motherfucker
Nah, I gotta go hard as a motherfucker
Drop top as a motherfucker
Started off small living large as a motherfucker
In the rear view I came far as a motherfucker
Rip the head off medusa and all the blood suckers
shout out to and my blood brothers
watching the throne motherfuckers
Time to break the beat down for these clowns
Tell my uncle Otis he could all rip now
Go to sleep now, my flow see now
And I ain't trying to get locked up in the now
System, I can't feel my face, I'm trying to feel the base
But I got all this ace in my system
Run circles around you rap niggers like I'm doing drills for the piston
Sleep comfy, but I can hear the whispers
Draw still cause niggers still don't get the picture
Gotta paint it red, just so they can see it
If you can't understand the colors nigger ice tea it
Now bring the base up, turn up the snare
Tell them bitches with lace fronts start fixing their hair
And mars give a nigger drum roll right here, and right there, yeah
Back, back, back upon that rap shit,
Keep that Louie knapsack and that backpack shit
fucking 3 bitches a night, call it hattrick
Lose angeles, kings doing our thing
And I kinda get away with the plan used to walk around in a fucking day