I'll, one day, take over the w-
(Ruff, ruff, ruff) third quarter, three orders, back on the fence
New order, old testaments, I don't like estimates
Need precision, dividends, on paper (ruff, ruff)
Ridin' on scrapers, bandana 'round tapers
Geekin' on X, break the pill like a wafer (phew, ski, ski)
Brown sugar dipped in an apple, Ole Quaker
Codeine and codeine, and codeine, and codeine
And codeine in assembly, diamonds like shaker
Brown paper bag hold some soul exchangers (phew)
I'ma shoot shit like a Globetrotter (phew)
Hos wild away, still toes around me (damn)
I'm a big-toe stepper, don't check on lil' bros
And don't check, I hope you took all of your valuables
If your ho double-take, dog, she's an animal
I would, I would, I would, I would
Trade in my BM, mad all my new hos look just like her
Told her she's the beta
Twin 'nem'll go step for Lil' Miles like a theta
Look like Beyoncé, just wanna cater (ruff, ruff, ruff)
Duckin' off with her, I'm out in Decatur
The gentrified part, Not Panola, know better (what the fuck?)
If you knew better, you'd prolly do better
Twin turbo, two twins, knock 'em down like Twin Towers (ski, ski, ski)
Badder than Shabazz and Coretta, I'm a real deal activist
I'm sippin' mud, need a shower (oh, my-)
Fuck a ghost, I'm a real deal black nigga
Standin' and livin' outside with the power (that's a fact)
MDMA on my tongue kinda sour
Far from a coward, prestigious as Howard (ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff)
In the two-door, doin' two hunnid an hour
Headed down Broward, pour up a four, Zay Flowers
Mm, if you knew better, you'd do better, ha
If you knew better, you'd do better, ha
If you knew-, uh (do better, ruff, ruff, ruff)
If you knew better, you'd do better, ha
If you knew better, you'd do better, kid (look)
If you knew better, you'd do better, dude (hop in the-)
If you knew better, you'd do better, ha (watch, watch, watch)
Look, uh, hop in the whip
Crank the bitch as loud as it can get, you can make a lil' vehicle flip
Bought my mama crib off of the "lyrical miracle spiritual" shit (mm)
Imperial, get the grrt, scratch off the serial (fah, fah, yeah)
Told her take if you too territorial (yeah, fuck)
They been murderin' niggas for more than way down at memorials ('cause I'm from the Eastside)
See the murals, it's a debt that was paid
With life layin' in the bed that was made
Now, who funny? Too sunny, who brung the shade?
You runnin' blue, come in, Bubonic plague
New money, power, and respect, I could make 'em sick
A new Patek, put the puke on the face (eugh, eugh)
It's the Crucible, d-d-d-d-doomdayin'
I'm Duke Nukem Route, put a juke on the jakes
Fast, gotta get the cash, do the dash
Nigga hit the gas, start Britney Spears dancin'
Open chest, took one to the chin, I'm a champion
Tisha Campbell, I'm still here, I'm still standin' (oh, shit)
After the storm clear, wash the blood off the curb
Only to find the sun burnt the city to dirt
Now, we outside thuggin', gotta hit 'em where it hurt
God heard the people prayin' for mercy
See it from the outside, even look at the surface
You'll see a certain people assemble and subservient
You'll circle around the Earth, you seein' the same circle
Determined to still kill and destroy, and it's still kinda work from back to
Whippin' a slave to w-, whippin' the work in the kitchen
Trip off a kitten to close the curtain
It's certain this shit is a curse and it's very personal
So I'm puttin' it in a verse, you hearin' it first
See you at church, nigga (oh)
Uh (ay, ay, ay)
The Devil saw some people startin' to give in (yup)
Applyin' pressure, tried to squeeze out some sense (phew)
Circo loco off the ten, bobbleheaded, buddy in the pen
Got his ass beat so bad, converted to Islamic ways (what?)
I don't remember you back in the days
Callin' my first name won't make me remember
You niggas rather dick-ride and dismember (ruff)
You niggas rather fall off than contender (ruff, ruff, ruff)
You niggas rather lose spot than follow the agenda
You niggas-, Tyson, y'all tender
I'll pull out the fender, I personally sent the work back to the sender (okay)
I am an organic holyfied sinner (okay)
I am a granter, put shit on my mama, and mind, I'm a bad man (okay)
If it's not you, then it's me, I'd be damned
I got kids who need pops, so I'm payin' (ski)
And if it's smoke, I need work the same night
No next day, no timeout, no delayin'
They live on the 'net, they be playin' (phew)
I be preachin', pimpin', and poppin' it (yeah)
Shit be poppin', droppin', and lockin' it (yeah)
And my right hand on the west-side, it's a FN, and I'm cockin' it (woo-hoo)
I'm shootin' this shit with a stock on it (grrah)
I'm shootin' this shit, I'm Stojaković
I could never switch up, I ain't Dončić
Country nigga in the summertime
Rockin' Chrome leather, look like bondage (us)
With a bad bitch, where'd you find it? I'm on timin'
Look, uh
The name and collection, know the gang I'm in (it's the BlakkBoyz)
The time you should take, typa time I'm on
Beautiful world with a bunch of ugly events
Typa shit the gang like to shine a light on
The flames, I was walkin' through the flames, the fire
Lookin' for angels, all I could see was the cranes in the sky
And the vision that God, my brothers, and sisters, and ancestors combined
Another plane, it's playin' with my mind
We stand at the dawn of a new era defined by three letters
The alpha, the line, the lead shepherd
So who tryna defy the word?
I turn this bitch into fireworks, right now, nigga, fuck the Fourth of July
Fuck what they talkin' about, I'll punch you and your word of mouth
The south has somethin' to say, I'm sayin' it now
Displayin' the power, the slave gave me the brain, hours of pain
I'll call it God Likes Ugly, it's all the same shit
Christo
