I hear y'all talking, it's funny to me
See where I come from
We ask first, ask questions later
If I'm in there the whole place full of
I'll use your little bars to do a pull up
Use your whack ass tracks as target practice
And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards
For years I wore the same Starter jacket
And beat up tees with the scars to match it
Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no soles
Genesis dropped, my Nintendo was so old
Oh no, couldn't have that
I put the pen where that pad at, voila, magic
I disappear in the booth, reappear, messiah
When I write, call it a night, vampire
Ask around, your boy hot and I uh
Don't plan to cool off like a campfire
Everybody gather round, I'mma tell a story
Of a snot-nosed kid trying to smell the glory
Shoot first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters passed
That's how most of these so-called gangsters passed
That's how most of these so-called gangsters
Shoot first, ask questions last
Hollows, hollows, hollows, hollows
Hollows, hollows, hollows, hollows
Well I'mma finish what you start
This for the block mister, the rock pitchers
Late night, cranberry and Ciroc mixers
Parking lot pissers, Glock top shifters
Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifting
That's where I come from, so me no run from
Bumboclaat pussy try me, boy rum-pa-pum-pum
You no tough stuff, you my son's son
You just bluff rough, me say come, come
I'll give it to anyone who wants some
Go silly on their Achilles until their run's done
I keep a hot line, 9-1-1
Everyone say hi to the hero that won't go unsung
Moment of silence while I give Pun some
Scream "Borrrrrr-icua" 'til your tongue's numb
What's your angle? Ha ha, I know mine
Get this cheese swiss style, showtime
I ain't a troublemaker but my flow cocky
So all the pretty mamis yelling "Go, papi!"
Man that's so neat and y'all so sloppy
When you think I'm done shitting, I do more copy
Just love to flex my rap muscle
What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell
Your bite weak and your bark low-pitched
Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit
I can't find a track that my bars won't rip
You guys are sick warring with the Gaza Strip
When I back out this pen, all you guys will strip
Like you in Chippendale's trying to whine for tips
No need to speed, slow down and let the leader lead
DJs, bring this back, I'm what the needle need
And I don't mean to get all mushy like my last bitch
But damn I love this rap shit
