Get in the whip, bitch and I'm going
Hand me the stick, bitch and I'm blowing
Hand me the pick, bitch cause I'm fro-ing
Put up them hands, shit, and I'm throwing
Fuck 12 forever
Arrested my big brother in Torrance
When I'm finally on we'll probably
Hit a beach in Florence
My goal is to inspire, I don't do this for the awards
So
Fuck you, pay me
Make that the chorus
(Fuck you, pay me)
(Make that the chorus)
So fuck you, pay me
Make that the chorus
Look
I'll put you on a t shirt, and design it
No whining
Might come through in the big body, like a lineman
I'm killin em on offense, need the heisman
Don't ask the time, man
Know what it is already
Light a spliff and sit
When my head get heavy
I'm always moving steady
Walk away from crime scenes pristine, unscathed
I'm always clean even on my worst of days
You niggas LAME
But I'm L-A-M-E
Living above my enemies
If yo nigga praying on yo downfall, that's a frenemy
A nigga could never claim to have my bitch when I got 10 of these
I'm tired of the fighting, do me wrong
And you dead to me
My statements unequivocal
Please
Get out of my face, I'm unphased
Same nigga who teachers told me I wasn't gon graduate
Still walked the stage
I love the game, I love the chase
The way life hit you? unexpected
It burn just like some mace
I value time for brief reflection
Brows furrowed across my face
I'll put you on a t shirt, and design it
No whining
Might come through in the big body, like a lineman
I'm killin em on offense, need the heisman
Don't ask the time, man