[Intro: 2Pac]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothing to a G
(X2)

[Horseshoe Gang + (2Pac)]
Without God, whichever one you believe in
This is that COB, the second coming of G shit
N***as act hard but never fuck with that street shit
Rappers like y'all shop at Victoria's Secret
(And my ambitionz as a ridah) to murder every rapper dressin' like they baby momma
N***a, hop in the ride, let's bend a couple of corners
He lookin' like Antoine Dodson and claimin' that he a stoner
Hold up, hold up, I told you I was a ridah, known to survive
My prophecies'll even leave a Nostradamus surprised
Me not bein' a writer is a broken promise to God
This is West side, you see the ghost of Pac in my eyes
Wait, gangster gangster rap, we bringin' it back, you can't forget that shit
Whether you from Long Ceach or Bompton, spit that shit
Pistol whip that n***a then click that trigga then hit that lick
You need to earn heart like Dale, you on some bitch ass shit
I stroll over ocean like my body holds the ghost of Yeshua
I'm the ish, you just wish you was
C.O.B, don't forget it mean Crip or Blood
They throw up B's and say Cuzz, just because
My style is gangsta, but complicated like graffiti
Mixed with caligraphy, call that mixture caligraffiti
I'm an enigma spittin' greasy
(These n***as is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me)
The [?], now I got a conspiracy theory
These rappers wanna ban me, yet my lyrics of fury
But they shouldn't censor me, they should remember me and mirror me really
Cuz I'll show you how I physically cured me
After being injured severely by life
Just lend me an ear and when you hear me it's like you eerily near me
[2Pac]
Uh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hoping you listen I catch you paying attention
To my ambitions as a ridah