We took attendance in the land, and you absent
I was chilling till a nigga hit me with harassment
Put a shotty to yo ego and I'll get it blew back
Kevin Hart yo feelings, beat em up blue black
Common sense would tell you not to play with a nigga name
If you do you'll get burned like a Yoga Flame
The only thing that's more annoying than a trail of ants
Is a Hypebeast and a hating ass transplant
I will pull files like a nigga a receptionist
Have a hater lose they mind; they gone need a therapist
You talk like a Johnny I said it
Kuz I'm really from the land, so I know you undocumented
Take a weird nigga's face and I'll sock him in it
I run the city like the mayor; get to politicking
Make a mark say"this shit ain't fair"
But that's the consequence for a nigga poking the bear, bitch
Haters gone hate when you get them dollars
Face like Kobe I'm too unbothered
Bag going up don't get no smaller
I don't really talk shit, hit dogs gone holler
Hit dogs gone holler
Hit dogs gone holler
Hit dogs gone holler
I don't really talk shit, hit dogs gone holler
You done fucked up kuz I know you been a fan
Now I'm spitting heat, make a beige nigga catch a tan
I'm sick of fakes really acting like they Ricky Tan
Moving like a fraud while you disrespect the land
But I had enough, the ones that talk the most, are the softest
Never had to squabble, they just post up in the office
And don't even get profit, nigga I could laugh
How you claim you run the city but you used to walk to Taft?
Did you go to Highland? Crozier LaTijera?
Kelso or even Parent in Ladera?
Nigga, are you stupid, are you dumb or even slow?
Don't try to claim a city that I know that you don't go.to
And to the transplants talking out they ass
I gotta five-piece special and a bus pass
Most of y'all that talk shit couldn't last in the LAnd
I'm Pootie Tang, putting belt to the ass again
Haters gone hate when you get them dollars
Face like Kobe I'm too unbothered
Bag going up don't get no smaller
I don't really talk shit, hit dogs gone holler
Hit dogs gone holler
Hit dogs gone holler
Hit dogs gone holler
I don't really talk shit, hit dogs gone holler
I swear, I swear to Bob I didn't have time for this bro
I'm in the middle of dropping my album, trying to get right and everything
And I get a mention
Talking about a beige, pitbull mixed with ass nigga
On my line talking about"I don't need to be verified"
My"blue check needs to be snatched away"
Well let me tell you something
Yo hairline is getting snatched away by the second bro, so you need to cool it
I was cool until y'all wanted to shake the
Y'all wanted to rattle my cage bro
That's why I stay to myself
I barely come outside
Somebody gotta be a victim though
You string cheese face ass nigga!