2:22 In Inglewood

You already know what I'm on

Choosing violence

It's 2:22 in Inglewood, I'm with the homie

And the problem that I have with the industry is that..

Stop using soul samples and shit

Cause y'all ain't got no soul on them

And we don't wanna hear that

I got a chip on my shoulder against the whole game

Call me bad clippers cause I go against the whole grain

Always had good bread, Ezekiel to whole grain

Cumulonimbus, you know I'm finna bring the rain

Look, I leveled up an elevator, couldn't reach my height

Even eyes from an eagle couldn't see my sight

Not a smudge on my Pro Club after the fight

Illuminated from the heart, turning dark into light

Cold nigga, whole aura frigid like dry ice

Bars have them scratch they head like a scalp with lice

Heavy step like Thor's hammer in my high tops

Only time you'll have a shot with me is if you bar hop

I'm educated, never been the one to dumb down

Third grade, I had all A's like the Braves now

Rock a punk nigga in all black, no heavy metal

Till I get the cream and rise to the top, I can't settle

Grinding 24-8, R.I.P. to Kobe

Please don't ever take my peace as being low, my G

My spirit's grounded but you can still catch a three-piece

I'll beat your ass to meditate like Shinobi

I'm a chief, don't get it confused

Vibe never been acute, always obtuse

You niggas doing coke lines, I just write dope lines

That'll have your brain twisted up just like a gang sign

You a fraud and I can see it in your eyes

You making profit off the truth just for you to live a lie?

But I am God's child, you can go on babble on (Babylon)

Cause I will bring it to your front door like Amazon

Nigga, and I don't like that shit y'all be wearing either

I'm not a public speaker, I just pulled that critique out the ether

Prestige hate niggas and I don't like y'all neither

Hando, I'm from Van Ness and Imperial like two streets off

From the City of The Champions, ain't no weak sauce (Inglez)