[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
(uh) Ouija Macc rollin' up a sacc
I don't see nobody where you motherfuccas at
God city you know they got my bacc
Vegas ain't gon' love me 'til I put us on the map
Sin City where everybody strapped
Pac came to visit and he never made it bacc
Ice cold raised like that the blocc don't get hot bitch it stays like that
Come mr. Tallyman tally me banana
Clip like a handyman always got the hammer
With Sortahuman clique out in Alabama
Kush flippin' out the Zip never got no bammer
I smoke strong you gotta stress that
Where is the bud where the fucc is my head at
I be where the bread at (yea!) You be where the feds at
This real life not counterstrike and there won't be no med paccs
Yeah I talk about it (I do!) but I be about it (I do!)
You on blogs tryna see if you can read about it
I'm a G before I'm an emcee about it
You know N-O-T-H-I-N motherfuccin' G about it (nothin!)