[Verse 1]
Ayo I run em up then I hit your stomach up
You and your entire squad ‘cause y’all was blunted up
Stuck out your chest, tied up your boots but you ain’t wanna duck
Your little chick tucked on your hip, she wanna fuck
That little block threw a lot man, them numbers up
And in the wind ain’t no pretendin’ man, I bundle up
[?] deep in the streets man, I’m tryna creep
Rewind the beat in my sleep ‘cause I’m tryna eat
What I find, I keep, In a Ramada suite
[?]
We out West with a Llama Llama in the vest
[?] bring the drama drama to your rest

[Chorus]
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme exercise
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme exercise
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme exercise
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme

[Verse 2]
I’m not dick eatin’ you cat
What kinda quick meetin’ is that
M-illa-tant play the street in the back
I’m intergalactic wit’ it
Attack your whole fuckin’ tactic wit’ it
Act like a bastard wit’ it
Get acquited when the case get spanked
Leave you all shook
Why the fuckin’ look on your face is blank
[?]
You need more than a quarter when your playing with a
[?]
I need more than a little bit
Spit hard, riddle shit
Make you act civil quick
In the hospital sick
Get one of my young bucks to bang you dumb fucks
Just another one of the runner-ups to run ‘em up
[Chorus]
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme exercise
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme exercise
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme exercise
Rhyme exercise, this a rhyme