So this is hip -hop, kid?
Word? Word. This is hip -hop?
It's bullshit, son?
This ain't bullshit. Yeah.
I ain't checkin'.
We in it for twelve rounds,
nothin' less than ten yards.
We inspire the guards
to bring it back now, nigga.
Divine figure, mind twist tightly.
Style so superb that niggas wanna bite me
Or fight me, that's unlikely
See I'm swingin' mad gems,
magnifying your lens
You want more? Bring it
And if I feel like heat,
I'll pump it to you in your motor, bitch
Game over, nigga
Cause we ain't takin' no shorts
I'm the type of cat that got
game on all courts
Of all sorts, all sports
All American, all ghetto
Walkin' these streets with all metal
Y 'all niggas can't fuck around
Like Brandu said
Punkster buff to get beat down
And we thoroughly doin' it
Ain't nothin' you can do to ruin it
We got this, Kamakaris with King Seas
It's all about the beats,
bitch, please, my tree
Y 'all want money? Fuck the money
Y 'all want power?
Fuck the power
You want respect?
Fuck respect
You want gold?
Fuck that, we take control
Y 'all want money?
Fuck the money
Y want power?
Fuck the power
You want respect?
Fuck respect
You want gold?
They said life is what you make it
Please
I know niggas with degrees
with no cheese, no trees,
no ones, no funds
Life is crazy hard even if you got a job
Pray to God for the road ward to take over
This is how it be, 21st century
Wildlife shootin', pollutin' the air
Dowie breathin',
hostile law enforcement even
It's all visual, three -fifths divisible
The media keep it invisible
Radio don't even spin it on records
Heavy rotation, program directors
Of that nonsense comin' in
your conscience
Introducin' the monsters
You want money?
Fuck the money
You want power?
Fuck the power
You want respect?