G:] 9th Wonder, Warren G... It's classic
Yeah, respect to the trigger finger I've been that line sice grade school, a fool Since I touch down they wanna fuck now But can't get it, she got ass a nose like... Pippen My pimping it ain't scared Got estate 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, real talk, Yeah, don't you snitch if you get You know if you do then you dead And now niggas in the hood cush for your baby mama throat But it up bitch deal with it, huh Ain't' no glitch in my computer, beats for the gouda Paper plains no food Yeah, I'm the driver and the the and the taxi I dare you fuckers get at me I you mother fuckers get out me, Yeah
See I grew up with the blue team there was a u-stream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out shoes strings Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I'm a Here with this career until I'm in the here with this mike like mike when he was blacker And you, you remind me of me I was wacker I read lines and bring drama like an But I'm so hollywood that you think that I'm a rapper You think that I got in backwards? It really doesn't
Producer meets the rapper, he's the former I'm the Spacing out these bars so you niggas can on I'm proof you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong out the industry as hot as my performance Be mainstream meets the nightmare of normalcy The anti of everything Still most to succeed 'cause there ain't right no rules
[Kendrick Uh, my nigga we out Photo cutless and nothing known for your Down trip, you to the public we don't believe shit Believing it or not, call your bluffin' leave your ass with The juggernaut that's in your rectum, pac and resurrect em' Sure to cause a spectrum, especially my mental telepathy start to f Em' Aka fuck em', aka in my way once I start b b b buggin' Fuck up your function and house party my life's shortly about fortune And If the feds call me, I softly, just toss me life, And your high tops and my possy came too bite Everybody's watching alright, if you're not me life my big cousin a kite, Got my shit buzzin 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 Destroy baby steps, son! Son son Son son Son