[Verse 1: Keano $pitta]
Fuck n***a what ya talking
Came with the flame and that thing is sparking
Shots to ya top that'll split ya noggin
Got 300 goons that's a team of spartans
Is that right?
Baby girl is ya head right?
Drop the top and she hopped on the lead pipe real nice
We got time its a red light
Shine bright like the beam from the shine of the headlight
Dope like im cocaine, ok I'm gassed like some propane
My hollow points ain't got no name
They make yo soul fly like soulplane
The way I ball I need Rogaine
Bitch im flyer then four planes
You think you hot boy you so lame
Just kill yourself like Kurt Cobain
Tell me why these pussy n***as talking
You a funny boy like Martin
When I fuck your girl I put my balls in that mean I'm balling
Spalding
I'm self-made and you bitch-made
Started rapping when I got to fifth grade
Killing by the time I got to sixth grade
Now these n***as call me they sensei
Woah bitch woah bitch
You better take extra precaution
Mind on the money never small shit
Imma ass so you know I gotta talk shit
I'm too different like six fingers
Big crib with like six neighbors
Six shots will knock yo halo off and make yo body hover like Chris Angel