Psst
I see dead people
Ayy
Mustard on the beat ho
Deebo any rap nigga
He a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps
Tell him Breathe bro
Nail a nigga to the cross
He walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton
The industry can hate me
Fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got
I mean it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body
I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time
I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort shit
Bully Death Row on him
Say Drake
I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case
Why is he around
Certified Lover Boy
Certified pedophiles
Wop wop wop wop wop
Dot fuck 'em up
Wop wop wop wop wop
Imma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a bitch
Ain't you tired
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac nigga
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop nigga
Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl
Bird niggas and bird bitches
Go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want
Hey Drake they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep
I can go further I promise
Ain't that somethin'
B-Rad stands for Bitch and you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law boy, you ball boy
Fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since two thousand and nine
I had this bitch jumpin'
You niggas'll get a wedgie
Be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for
The Other Vaginal Option
Pussy
Nigga better straighten they posture
Got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate
Tell the pop star Quit hidin'
Fuck a caption, want action
No accident and I'm hands-on
He fuck around, get polished
Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home
Y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central
Nigga better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena
That predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered
And placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Yeah it's all eyes on me and Imma send it up to Pac ayy
Put the wrong label on me
Imma get 'em dropped ayy
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock ayy
One, two, three, four, five plus five ayy
Devil is a lie
He a sixty-nine God ayy
Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside ayy
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za ayy
City is back up
It's a must we outside ayy
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
Once upon a time all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca
Buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second
Let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward twenty twenty-four you got the same agenda
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you
This the real nigga challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up 21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head
Quavo said you can be from Northside
2 Chainz say you good but he lied
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
No you not a colleague
You a fuckin' colonizer
The family matter and the truth of the matter
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar
Mmh
Mmh mmh
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan
He a fan, he a fan, he a
Freaky-ass nigga
He a sixty-nine God
Freaky-ass nigga
He a sixty-nine God
Hey hey hey hey
Run for your life
Hey hey hey hey
Run for your life
Freaky-ass nigga
He a sixty-nine God
Freaky-ass nigga
He a sixty-nine God
Hey hey hey hey
Run for your life
Hey hey hey hey
Run for your life
Let me hear you say OV-ho
Say OV-ho
Then step this way
Step that way
Then step this way
Step that way
Are you my friend
Are we locked in
Then step this way
Step that way
Then step this way
Step that way
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