[Verse 1: K.A.A.N]
Yeah, eh, yeah , lawd, uh
I tell ‘em I been on a mission (mission)
Replacin’ all the shit that’s missin’ (missin’)
These troglodytes are not efficient (efficient)
This prophecy I call my vision (vision)
You try to do it but I been done it
I stay on the move, my style is hands on
Yeah, it's fuck ‘em all
I can’t complain the hand I’m dealt, I just deal with it
Tell ‘em I would die for this
Young n***a with a different opinion on how this oughta be done
The low funds, they fuel passion
Quick to run past them
I will outlast them
My shit outstandin’
Yo shit outlandish
My shit sound candid
Y’all sweet like candy
Can’t keep up with this conversation?
Cool, I’ll just step off from where I left off
But these boys fake like implants and press-ons
Believe I’ll press on till I reach the throne
With all due respect, you will get dethroned if you’re in my way, man, oh
I, been the meanest on the mic, my shit is tight
Whatever the fuck that you like, better tell ‘em that I got that
Givin’ more than what you need, allow a n***a to proceed
'Cause all my shit is over your head like a top hat
Ain’t no way I’m fallin’ back, I never said that I would quit
I gotta get it on my own n***a, know that
I just call it like I see it, shit it’s easy
When a mothafucka actin’ like they ever really knew though, knew though, knew though
Too dope to call out, the young boy went all out
I’m way past the beat, yes I don’t play no recess
I work past my regrets and pain that I repress
My mind been on reset, unload and unleash it
[Chorus: Bleverly Hills 2x]
We the ones that shut it down, you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud, we can roll-up
We the ones that bring the crowd, don't you notice?
I can see you hangin’ ‘round, what’s your motive?

[Verse 2: Bleverly Hills]
I pull up flexin’ on exes
Don’t roll up askin’ me questions
I told you I keep you guessin’
Don’t got the keys to your blessin’
You don’t work
You just lurk
You a jerk
Hit the purp
Hit a nerve
I just swerve
Got your girl
She a flirt
Don’t call the Federales
It’s a party
Grab a body
Ain’t nobody
Actin’ naughty
Feel the Molly
Get invited
Get excited
If you bout it, bout it, be about it, be around it
Be that sound like a preacher shoutin’ Oh Lawdy
Make you feel the heat about it, (Whoop Whoop)
Never heard a word about ya
Never heard a verse where I speak about ya
Lookin’ like a bird cuz your beak is out, yeah
Don’t notice much 'cause I’m eatin’ out here, mmm mmm good
See ya out here
Look at that butt
Meet me out here
We could just fuck
Weed around here
We could hit blunts
My leader round here
Look at my sons
[Chorus: Bleverly Hills 4x]
We the ones that shut it down, you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud, we can roll-up
We the ones that bring the crowd, don't you notice?
I can see you hangin’ ‘round, what’s your motive?