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Tekst piosenki

(feat. Derek Luh, Euroz, Cory Gunz, Chris Webby & Emilio Rojas)


[Dizzy Wright:]

This is not to be rewarded, killin' beats that wasn't mine

When all my vocals was distorted

See King Dizzy's no different than King James

Cause I live to learn, the world don't want another Michael Jordan

Look, even though I got it jumpin' like Larry Bird

With all these white girls screaming for me

Singing every fucking word (word)

I can tell that you the homeboy that ain't never riot

Me? Oh I just make fashion statements almost every night

I'm taking flights without no seatbelt on and landed

Headed to the top and I'm leaving all of these fuck niggas stranded

Nothing handed, we with that learning money management movement

Save it just to spend it, do a show and then I recoup it

Young boss man, fuck an off brand

Me? I'm fuckin' on this bad bitch with a big booty and soft hands

That wanna be my wifey when I'm off cam

But when I'm on cam, she already know the program

I'm pro-gram so I roll up more grams to slow jams

So we can vibe out, we the cadillac boys

She hop inside so we can ride out

She turn the music up and twist the weed

A real nigga baby, this trip's on me


[Mark Battles:]

Look, want the money and respect, you can keep the power

Plan to grab the whole world, it may take a hour

Bad hoes and bad fros when I take a shower

Pussy sweet as presidential, call it Eisenhower

My momma wit it, that honest livin' I gotta get it

The finest women, I try commitment, then I forget it

She ridin' in it but still in all it, I'm 'bout to hit it

We got a witness, I'm spittin' raw with no contradiction

Whoa, they hatin' on the daily

Used to freestyle for free but now you gotta pay me

Career goin' 80 and it's startin' to drive 'em crazy

Fly America, I'm a patriot, call me Tom Brady

Take it all and leave the rest with 'em

I'm done with the chatter, wanna be the next victim

Call Doctor Khaled, got the we the best syndrome

Undefeated, never lost like a GPS system

Get 'em, I bet you hate that we winnin'

Keep givin' your opinion, it ain't makin' a difference

If you can't take the heat, then stay away from the kitchen

Your album name is lemonade, could be made in a minute

Get it? Minute made, I'm a renegade

They been afraid, I tend to blaze when I'm center stage

Pitchin' game on my Clemen stain with a different name

Pad all the walls, it's 'bout to get insane, flame

You could tie me in a straitjacket

Proclaimed the nicest in my age bracket

I'm really bein' modest cause I hate braggin'

Study who I am, cram like my name backwards

Ha, it's too much for y'all

Hatin' on a nigga, so Ku Klux and all

The pain temporary dog, I grew up to ball

Think I'm visually impaired, I don't see them at all


[Chris Webby:]

On that cypher rap shit, I’m still the York with the sky

Then drop flows and serve cats with an order of fries

When my album’s in your whip, make sure the volume is high

‘Cause shit is fresh, they been calling me the Lord of the Fly

I’m part samurai, part Spartan, part ninja with a pirate’s hat

And to proceed with caution, you wish you kept it movin’

After you step into warriors who butt heads like pachycephalosauruses

You won’t be standing when the fucking death settles due

So now y’all know exactly what the fuck my pen’ll do

I’m close, I can feel it in my gut, call it seppuku

But ain’t no swords involved with all the shit I’m ‘bout to execute

So play it cool like ehhhh, yo his shit’s straight

Like I ain’t what you bumpin’ at the gym while you lift weights

I let these kids hate, then ask how my dick tastes

And write a whole mixtape on one fucking sync break

Bitch, name a kid who could rap that dope

Since high school, I held the pad and the backpack close

While them one hit wonders, they could stack that dough

They’ll be in gone in 24 like a snapchat post

I’m a ghost motherfucker, shit I need me a tan

A strong drink and a model on a beach in the sand

But that’ll come when I accomplish all the dreams that I’ve planned

And get more radio activity than seas in Japan

Every station in rotation, they’ll be playing my shit

Until then, I’ll be anywhere where they pay me to spit

You ain’t got shit on what I’m gonna do

So pump the brakes like a school bus and stop it right in front of you, bitch


[Emilio Rojas:]

Emilio, my name is synonymous with the truth

Like Chris Brown name is synonymous with abuse

(Fuck the system!)

It’s like it’s anonymous in this booth, I be riding uptown

With some mamis that’s in the coupe

And we don’t like nobody except the clique that we rollin’ with

You ain’t on the dick, I expected you to go and hold the shit

Buzz a little bit, I ain’t have a label promoting it

I never had a fucking co-sign, I been alone in this

My heart’s cold, my ribs are refrigeration

My lungs are like ventilation, don’t fuck with this Venezuelan

(Just the tip!)

Now y’all will get fucked with no penetration

I be rocking All Saints, they cuts have been venerated

Ah, our generation is drug addicted and lost

But I ain’t judging nothing man, Jesus carried the cross

And Mari bust it open, them Virgin Marys are gone

If Jesus was a carpenter, license seen, he has a saw

Street code of ethics, the code of silence

And I seen a fiend so co-dependent on dope we buyin’

They took his ass to court as a co-defendant on trial

And they lock him up for what they should treat for ‘cause they wylin’

Shit ain’t never change, it ain’t gonna

They should make my people legal before they do the marijuana

Instead INS will be rushing us to the border

‘Cause you can’t tax a person for wanting more for they daughter 

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