[Verse: Beej]
N***a, I peeped your persona, I'm not impressed
An anthem that was stepping wit' his question clone candidates
Our mission is revised, soul music to use it
Jay Dee perfect the snare, droppin' dark from the beats
So I can spit the bullets at 'em, now the puzzle's complete
While you screamin' hot wobbly wobbly, screamin' yes
While the lyrical slug go through a thug n***a's chest
All due respect, let's balance it out
'Cause the negativity is really stressin' me out
In a house or a crib, ridin' in a hoopty
You're gettin' upset, no game, no coochie
I once was like you, but a car don't make the man
What makes the man is his game plan
If you don't have a plan, then you sinkin' in the sand
Look back one minute later, all I saw was your hand
In your hand was a grand, so I took it and ran
Drop the L—