[Intro]
Aye, y’all n***as gon’ learn to stop speakin’ on the West
I don’t know about the rest
Aye

[Verse]
I’ma let you n***as finish
But since you n***as thirsty, I replenish
I got the juice you require
Should’ve never said that shit about the fire
Now I gotta hit your hood like the wire
I wish you motherfuckers would’ve
(Carry on, carry on, carry on)
But now I gotta fuck you up, and, aye
Show ‘em who the man is
Show ‘em who the stan is
You n***as never got a deal
You got a forged signature, n***a we know the real, uh
Got the Bush lookin’ like George
Now I gotta be the scorch
And whip y’all into shape
Superman ain’t have a choice but fuck the cape
I came to take you n***as’ heads off
So take your Pro-Keds off
We in the streets with it, this time
You n***as ain’t gon’ like this rhyme
The only real n***a that freestyle
He-Man, He-Child
I heard you shit, it’s whack, it’s black and mild
These motherfuckers made me crack a smile
But I’m like crack, back in style
With the opium, heroine, packed in piles, woo!
Ask beans, but y’all n***as wouldn’t even know what that mean
What the fuck is a quarter half to sixteen? Haha
You n***as in a dream, thinkin’ y’all could fuck with us, ha
You fucked up, it’s stuck with us, it’s stuck up
It’s vertical, n***a
Don’t make me pull this trigger
Do we have a problem?
Dough Boy, I’m here to solve ‘em
Hit your ass like Ricky
Drawing on you Disney, shit get Micky
Since n***as talkin’ tricky, I’m Trick Trick, no fly zone
Motherfucker, now it’s sticky
Word to Tyler, I’ll pack you lil’ n***as in a
(Carryon, carryon, carryon)
So next time, n***a, just-
I’m on my Justin Hunte
I kick shit like a fuckin’ punt
“The Bigger Picture”
Ask your bitch, I lay the pipe like a fixture
The blue magic mixture
Bruce Leeroy, n***a, who the master?
I am and I’ll mix ya
[Outro]
N***a stop playing with me cuz