YO
Welcome to evil-side choppin
To realize they toxic
Realize that i should say that real life's an option
If your daddy gotta problem, tell him to stop talking
We pull up to your door and we get to knocking
Tired of trash rappers tryna act so bulk
Bitches ripping off they shirts like the incredible hulk
I flipped the game and switched lanes so now we out-of-touch
Like lottery ticket, these n***as ran out-of-luck
Look
Even if they don't like me
They wouldn't even fight me
Cause they might end up on they local night feed
Beat yo ass likely, please don't try see, i'm piped the fuck up so go Cry to yo wifie
Tell that girl beans, she might not see
I'll have my girl turn beans to a black-eye pea
And lil gloccin, you can't rap, so stop trying
State the fact or just sit back while flame my whole team
Aye
Dre, you my brother in a fight couldn't last a round
Verse hit harder than Ali ,if he was out of town
He can't stop me so don't make a sound
And shoot DAT n***a like a lay-up, but i'm laying him down
My bad to reemberse you, i'm sorry that i hurt you
My lyrics make you cry home to dad and say 'He really worked you'
Heres a pen and paper, so you can write some new
You couldn't write, but its aight, even if i told you too
My rap game ruthless
No STARZ, but i'm luscious
You in the land of diherea, n***a i could give two shits
Now, when you come threw bitch
Remember, just to do this
And choppa tought you n***as how tot murder with a toothpick
I used to get suspended, just stay written
Now, stay up all night spitting
Why dig up the dirt when the plans to put you in it?
And Mr. I'm so Grown
Couldn't even hold a microphone
But you couldn't ask a girl out even if your life was on
I'm done with verse because
Spitting more than urkle son
Yah say real rappers, but hay " I haven't noticed one."