G:] 9th Wonder, G... It's classic ya'll
Yeah, give to the trigger finger I've been pushed that line grade school, a fool Since I touch down bitches they wanna now But can't get it, she got ass with a like... Pippen My pimping it ain't scared Got real over there and hustle over here Dare a nigga try to take it he gone it til he make it Shawty break em like a bracelet, that's talk, Yeah, don't you if you get caught You already know if you do then you And now niggas in the trading cush for your baby mama throat But suck it up bitch deal it, huh Ain't' no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the Paper no food 'cause Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the I dare you mother get at me I you mother fuckers get out me, Yeah
See I grew up with the blue team before was a u-stream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoes Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I'm a Here with this career I'm in the here after Classic this mike like mike when he was blacker And you, you remind me of me 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 meets the rapper, the former I'm the latter Spacing out these so you niggas can climb on I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep rhymes strong Burn out the as hot as my performance Be mainstream dream meets the of normalcy The of everything cool Still most likely to succeed there ain't right no rules
[Kendrick Uh, my nigga we out Photo cutless and nothing for your luggage Down trip, you fabricate to the public we don't believe Believing it or not, your bluffin' leave your ass with knots The juggernaut that's in your rectum, pac and resurrect em' Sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental telepathy to f Em' Aka fuck em', aka nothings in my way once I start b b b Fuck up your function and your house party my life's shortly about And If the feds call me, I softly, just toss me life, And your high tops and my possy came too properly Everybody's alright, if you're not watching me life my big cousin a kite, Got my buzzin when shit wasn't a doorbell, an insect or lightyear in Sight, amen! Now won't you be, a man! and pay and sure, yes we progress your baby steps, son! Son son Son son Son