[00:00.00] Smoking trees, I'm ridin’ 'round
[00:01.73] Come to my side of town
[00:03.19] Lately, it's been goin’, goin', goin', goin', goin' down (Look, uh, look)
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[00:06.30] All of my niggas gon' ride with it
[00:07.80] In the pocket, the rocket like Kelly mom
[00:09.54] Mama told me the power was in the tongue
[00:11.31] But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
[00:13.28] All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin’ out flowers to anyone
[00:16.47] I ain’t been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain’t wit' it if the money is miniature
[00:20.13] I been mindin' my business, I'm business-mindin’
[00:21.85] I been spendin' some time with the minister
[00:23.35] 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
[00:26.97] Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе or a mosque, a temple, a church
[00:30.10] Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'
[00:31.93] And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
[00:33.64] R.I.P. D on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, durk, first (Forty-eight)
[00:38.03] My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
[00:39.72] Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
[00:41.39] He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank
[00:43.23] He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
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[00:45.49] Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
[00:47.73] Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
[00:50.27] East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages
[00:52.36] Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
[00:53.90] All the OGs 'round town was our age
[00:55.69] Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated
[00:57.49] Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous
[00:59.01] But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy
[01:00.62] Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
[01:01.88] I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
[01:03.83] Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
[01:05.52] Cover up, bundle up, batter up (Batter up)
[01:07.23] Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
[01:09.17] Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
[01:10.97] I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
[01:12.90] Nappy hair, nigga, hair natted up
[01:14.25] I said, "Barbara," nigga tatted up
[01:16.15] I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck
[01:17.75] 'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
[01:19.14] But niggas know it's goin'
[01:19.81] Down, down, down, down, do-do-do—
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[01:22.28] If I run out of fuel
[01:24.45] I won't, what the fuck y'all gon' do
[01:27.78] If I don't run out of fuel?
[01:30.13] Down, down, down, down, do-do-do— (Run out of fuel)
[01:32.30] That scares the fuck out of you
[01:33.24] For a couple decades (Brrt)
[01:34.04] Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt)
[01:35.11] From that day that I met Dre (Brrt)
[01:36.35] So you liable to catch strays (Brrt)
[01:37.68] From the second you press play (What?)
[01:39.11] I suggest they (What?)
[01:40.08] Do not test like an essay (Why?)
[01:41.25] 'Cause like when my homies out west, ayy (Yeah)
[01:43.03] We can just say (What?)
[01:43.90] I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (Yeah)
[01:45.55] Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh)
[01:47.50] Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
[01:51.25] R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
[01:52.72] And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep)
[01:54.50] But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope)
[01:55.70] 'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him
[01:58.02] And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah)
[01:59.88] Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah)
[02:01.35] I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
[02:03.50] Call me, "Obesity" (Why?)
[02:04.75] You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
[02:06.51] Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah)
[02:08.25] Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
[02:11.16] Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod
[02:13.46] Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo)
[02:15.50] My new Benz better than your truck by far
[02:17.25] Bitch, suck my balls
[02:17.99] You either smoke crack and you're playin' stick ball in the street
[02:20.08] 'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (Yeah)
[02:22.27] But if the whole world was out to get you (What?)
[02:23.95] It'd turn you to a powder keg too
[02:25.77] Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (Look out, like, "Brrt")
[02:27.75] And that ain't no sound effect (Woo)
[02:29.25] Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
[02:30.88] I don't condone gun violence at schools (Nah)
[02:32.64] But I can't get these voices out my head (Hey, let's go, one, two)
[02:34.35] They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
[02:36.19] Got the most content on the continent
[02:37.66] And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
[02:39.55] Across the common sense and incompetence (Uh)
[02:41.24] Incognizant, the conflict's are consequence
[02:43.01] Of accomplishments that conference through compeitish
[02:44.75] If conquered done conked him into unconsciousness
[02:46.48] Through conscious, I conjure that
[02:47.54] King Kong had just called me, "Kamikaze," I'm gun cocked to this (Woo, my bad)
[02:50.25] Nobodies sixteen's are touching
[02:51.92] These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina
[02:53.75] Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat
[02:55.65] Got the toaster like an English muffin
[02:57.03] No, I mean, "Toast to" like you drink to somethin'
[02:58.47] But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it
[03:00.35] Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
[03:02.17] Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down, coup de grâce then
[03:04.75] Right between the fuckin'
[03:05.76] I shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
[03:07.72] You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
[03:09.25] The reaper's comin' to heathen and I need it from me
[03:11.00] I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'
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[03:11.87] If I run out of fuel
[03:14.15] I won't, what the fuck y'all gon' do
[03:17.42] If I don't run out of fuel?
[03:19.81] Down, down, down, down, do-do-do— (Run out of fuel)
[03:21.78] That scares the fuck out of you
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