Letras
The dumb ass oakley shades
A-Town stomp your face, that's why we late
We pull up like babies that's potty trained
And you thought that I was young as
Hell and lame until your moms came in
You rappers dry as well, better get you some energy
It's finna be a problem, I got 'em just like the Nike app
Locked up for dumb shit, your chick didn't write you back
Y'all look like Tyrone Turner in Belly and
I ain't liking that (I don't like that shit)
Perm head bastards
Looking like a sherm head in bed full of maggots
You dead from the ratchet, the egghead
Ass niggas is asking what's cracking
Knowing they not 'bout no action
Stretch out your ears, nigga can't hear you
Shortest nigga out my clique, plus I'm feared too
Posted over East 'cause I'm a Eastside Boyz (Eastside)
Party just to celebrate what we should have died for, nigga
Just keep your children off the streets
Slap rappers' lips off, I think talk is cheap (Fuck it)
Find yourself in a lot of pain walking with sheep
Circle your whole frame and put the chalk by your feet
Venomous murder, the kicks show that I'm splurging (Fresh)
Wavy with the flow, I glow when I'm emerging (It's time)
They searching for a phenom to take over the radio
I don't scream on songs, the critics still rate it though (Okay)
Lovers and Friends is what she's stripping to
But when she's smoking, it's Vic Spencer that she listens to
Getting to the money, it's funny seeing you niggas broke
Fucking with this game, it's insane, painting my visuals
As an individual, I'm critically killing these fucking syllables
For really though, killing these niggas in a row (Facts)
I got the magic, I'm rapping like I done had it
Passing the grass in the field of realness structured in passion