G:] 9th Wonder, Warren G... classic ya'll
Yeah, respect to the trigger finger I've been pushed that line sice grade school, a Since I touch down bitches they fuck now But get it, she got ass with a nose like... Pippen My pimping it ain't scared Got real estate over there and over here a nigga try to take it he gone fake it til he make it Shawty em like a bracelet, that's real talk, Yeah, don't you snitch if you get You already know if you do you dead And now in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat But it up bitch deal with it, huh Ain't' no glitch in my computer, bangin for the gouda Paper plains no 'cause Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the I dare you fuckers get at me I dare you mother fuckers get out me,
See I grew up with the blue team there was a u-stream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoes on these beats since the 90s I'm a factor Here this career until I'm in the here after Classic with this mike mike when he was blacker And you, you me of me when I was wacker I read lines and bring drama an actor But I'm so hollywood you would think that I'm a rapper You think that I got in It really doesn't matter
Producer the rapper, he's the former I'm the latter Spacing out these bars so you can climb on I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes Burn out the industry as hot as my Be mainstream dream meets the of normalcy The anti of cool Still most to succeed 'cause there ain't right no rules
[Kendrick Uh, my nigga we out Photo and nothing known for your luggage Down trip, you to the public we don't believe shit Believing it or not, call your bluffin' leave ass with knots The that's in your rectum, call pac and resurrect em' to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental telepathy start to f Em' Aka fuck em', aka nothings in my way once I b b b buggin' Fuck up your function and your party my life's shortly about fortune And If the call me, I dress softly, just toss me life, And high tops and my possy came too properly bite Everybody's watching alright, if you're not me life my big cousin a kite, Got my shit buzzin when shit wasn't a doorbell, an insect or in Sight, amen! Now won't you be, a man! and pay and sure, yes we progress Destroy your steps, son! Son son Son son Son