[Intro ? & DJ Drama]
Yeah
Big shout out to Live Mixtapes
Yeah
Can't forget Datpiff
Uh uh
Cannon
Shout to Complex Magazine
Check it
Shouts to [?] Magazine
Shout the homie Sway
MTV
The Cannon

[Verse 1 ?]
Chief Rocka, now throw up your sets like cheep vodca
The sneaks proper
No feet locker
Your freak jockers
[?] hit so deep, her knees lock up
Pussy is good as peach cobbler
And she good off the dome, like freestylers
Unique talent
[?] laced up to keep balance
[?] don't need stylests
Baby girl, don't worry 'bout what he [?]
My stroak [?] I be speaking in [?]
Bending you, then dicking you, then icking you
But not if it's seafood
In the hеat of the moment, I eeps cool
Outhbeach, facе diving in the clean pool
E on the top floor sweets, on the phone with my [?]
'Bout to cop floor seats to the game
Dang, who would've thought a few years back
We would cross the gloab
Rocking shows with these here raps
Gotta admit, I wasn't tryna hear that
Way better than working at [?]
You fell off tryna chase trends
We always [?] 'bout to get [?]
London, Denmark, Switzerland, France
My California accent's getting her damp
So I [?]
Yeah
You know I rocked her
Yeah
'Cause the [?] proper
Yeah
No one's hotter
Yeah
[Verse 2 ?]
Picture me rolling in the S-Class Benz
I got no love for these n***as, I don't wanna be friends
I got some boys in the pen, that got appointments to tend
[?] put some poison with pens, get your boy [?]
Watch me bring it all full circle
[?] cheese burger n***as, let the tool work
[?] play goon, never let the [?]
N***as talk murk, then they go and pull Urkel, it's all commertial
It's just rehearsal
Think n***as wearing urple
Ou crabs in the barol, [?]
[?] keep you in check, how you supposed to earn [?]
They don't get you, it's gon' be the [?] from the [?]
Word to the [?] I got it all figured out
[?] so my n***as never sitting out
You doing good if the hate come out a n***as' mouth
Twist they top like soda, til it fizzle out
[?]
We all shine, even homies taking pictures now
[?] this is what the foneies bitch about
'Cause we bring they bitches out
Then I smoke the [?]

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Pac Div, CV, it's about that time
Hold up, let me get out my rhyme
I'm a king, lil mama, welcome to my shrine
You should come to the show, gotta stand in line
Get your hands up, after you pull your pants up
Had [?] on me, I'm Santa
With my heart on my sleve, stick out like [?]
[?] I'm giving n***as answers
This hip-hop, but it sound like an [?]
Just last month, we was out in Atlanta
Up in our sections, like fuck all that stressing
I'm the youngest in the [?] Casey Veggies [?]
[?] young n***a reppin, it's a [?] lesson
For you haters tryna test him
Hustle real hard, can't even waste a second
My n***a need a hand, best believe I'm a bless him
I'm a bless him
[Verse 4 ?]
And I'm a bless him
But don't stress him
Bitch I'm an asshole, you see my rectom
You can't catch him
Hard to follow
I spit that red rum
Hard to swallow
That's what your girl's for
That's what she known for
I leave her throat saur
Then show her the front door
We on a world tour
My n***a CV
And yes, we do it like we doing it for TV
I run shit like the VP
Crush n***as like a DT
You want heat, come and see me