Chillin' at the battle, let you know these dudes not the kings of the castles
Thought they was shit, but the assholes really be the one that's droppin
When they got up there, all that shit that they droppin' is not poppin
Comin' up, winnin' against me, it's not a option

A lot of dudes get placed off in the coffin
When they over here yappin' and talkin' with the boss man
Now, might be the one that's gettin' the soft off
But when you over here, you fuck with the mob boss

Not goin' spittin' that hot sauce
Head of the game, so y'all lost, gotta get the GPS
And plus, these G's be P.S
Like, when you with the girls, write you the shit from the cell

And they wanna say P.S
Let you know on them streets to be blessed
Our heads was gettin' the bell rattin' and they bangin
Doin' that white girls with white girls and they slangin

Like I'm doin' when I'm slangin' and slangin
Ain't no Joe Biden, but the show campaignin
All the things that we done, all the records that we spun
The places that we hungin', not from nooses

Comin' out with that new shit that's not useless
This be exclusive, I don't know what you tuned in
What you cool with, but we off on that super glue shit
We flyin', brains be stuck with sticky icky

But we got that blickies and we'll stick em' quickly
Like they said, they be that stick talk, probably be that lick talk
Tryin' to be the ones that get the house up, that brick talk
Nah, when they flip it, the 36, that brick talk

Nah, we gotta be doin' we ill, that's that sick talk
Cold beans and vaccines, we got the people to crack fiends
To try to run the streets like a track team
Flat screens and DVDs and TVs and P.S. 5s

Niggas got P.S. 3s, nah, gotta be the ones that's rad
See dudes, jet skis
With the mass sleeves, best be
Not the average Joe, no, no past she's

Got a lot of Cokes movin' with Pepsi
Nah, we gotta be the ones, special flow
Let em' know, butter clouds, heavenly
Extraterrestrials

That's life in the spaceship, back to the futures
Over here, we tapped in with the sacks of the Buddha
Nah, matter of fact, the religious sack, Buddha
We do it over there with the sacks, mover

Buddha, that's Sacramento
Gotta make sure that my mind is back, I'm bent though
Nah, we can spit it, that's the crack, the info
Nah, we bent down, like they said, that's ten toes

Piggy's goin' to market, gotta be the one that hit him
Simply start it, nah, break it down and kill it
Be the martyr, they don't know about that
But the artist, one of the hardest

One of the smartest, gotta pinpoint it
Bullseye the darcest, hidden side of the middle
The dark board, so I don't know what they doin
But it's like cardboard, hmm

Since like Ardmore, nah, like Farmore
I need me a yard, with yard score
And shit be in the top, bigger than some credits
Understand we got black cards, there's no debit

Everything y'all wanted to dream, we sure forget it
We probably done did it, and then we already forget it
So what you really wanna do, man, we always been with it
Hit it, split it, nah, we gotta rise, stay committed

Did it, while y'all just babysit it
Recognize the real respect
We out here gettin' them checks
We been laughin' since old five

Gettin' more money than a lot of those guys
Don't be surprised when you look as close as
You see his dollar signs
Ain't wrote it down, but it still gotta rhymes

A lot of shit they wrote down in his hottest man
Jotted lines, runnin' tracks
Hmm, a lot of stunning facts
Cats be spunnin' lax

And kingpins, writin' down what they thinkin
People at the bottom of the world, sometimes they sinkin
You gotta get up and get out
The reason we shout, doubt, protestin

Mo' confession, givin' them realness and truth
Is Lo's profession, most expression
In a holy session, nah, these hoes we restin
Comin' from potholes where we ridin', acceptin

Nah, have your shit fucked up, we acceptin
Tryna get a realignment, I'm over here
Tryna make sure that we redefine it
Shoutout to the people locked to confinement

Nah, the cons over here tryin' to finance
For the freshness, we express this
Tryna be A-list on the guest list
I see it half-full of pessimists, optimists

I'm like Optimus in my prime
Spittin' rhymes to grit and grind
Shit, this the time, it's like 1.30 in the morning
But my brain is over here rainin' and still performin

Bout to be rainin' when I'm really performin
Nah, shoutout to my son Rain when he performin
Nah, when I was formin
Frontin' like Georgian when I was formin

Matter fact, a champ, but I'm more like the foreman
You more like the doorman
I'm the one that be on the stage, and I came with more men
Them dudes be over there, they borin

Tryna figure out what we doin' at the airport, we soarin
On the whole world tourin
I'm bringin' more gore in, X-Factor
They got the sex chapter, that be nasty

Cause half of these dudes to me be gay and they ass, gee
If you ask me, trash, see
Call it hefty
Shit backwards, lefty

Gotta go fast, put the V12
Hit the engine and we lefty
They can't disrespect me, gotta accept me
For real, for real, no Jeffrey

Flow bein' exceptionally
For real, for real, incredibly
On a whole nother level
Represent for the top and for the ghetto

So all that bullshit, we not gonna settle
That's like the pot calling the kettle
Black on black, expressed in the facts and tracks
And it all matters

So all that shit that y'all chitter-chatter
Shit'll get splattered