[Ras Ka**]
Jea! Re-Up! A J-Cla**ic cla**ic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo
I'm about to air these n***as out one time
[Verse 1]
Yo yo, ain't no n***a like the one right here
Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear
G-Star jeans, gun right near
And the homey X just f**ed Usher's b**h like "Yeah!"
Dawg I'mma spit the hottest sh**
f** a dentist, eat a fire department and proctologists
Ras Ka**, King of the West, acknowledge this
And get a piece of the rock like meteorogologists
What Dame Dash and hapha is
645 Coupe the same color Chewbacca is
And you's a n***a everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks
That clown at the bar buying hot b**hes drinks
And she's pa**in' them to me
What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten k**ers deep
Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink
Candy painting was off, dog we floodin' the streets
[Hook 1]
I
WILL
NOT
LOSE
I (RE-UP about that fetti)
WILL (Load up your Glocks, get ready)
NOT
LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!)
[Hook 2]
Hood n***as if your arms up, bear it out
n***as ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out!
If your whip on chrome, what you carin' 'bout?
Drop the top, do a buck 10, dawg, air 'em out!
Who spit flame, n***a never doubts?
No problem, it's nothing, I'mma air 'em out
East, West, up North to the Dirty South (air 'em out)
I'mma (air 'em out), I'mma (air 'em out)
Yo
[Verse 2]
I keep sh** off the chain
Like broken clasp, medallions fallin' off
And yall n***as hopin' Ras go play on the freeway
But I'm that agent in the Matrix: Reloaded
Jumpin' out movin' cars, smashin' your hoods for the keys, man
And not the ones that open doors
Por fa vor, I'm talkin' ki, mayne
Silencer on the SPK, f** BDS them f**in' MTV VJ's
R&B singers, new found fact
Got a 9 inch dick, tell your b**h to SoundScan that!
And my Down South cats be like "What it do?"
Cause my little cousin's bein' Memphis cla**ic blue
And n***as still ga-not ga-knowin' as Gary ga-Knew(???)
Plus I'm more Chris Real so long with Big Punished brew
Downstairs in Jimmy's Cafe, album released
Young n***a in the belly, but now I'm a beast
And it's like Sin City, every town holdin' heat
So I'm like the yellow n***a, kid it's foul when I speak
And my baby moms said I need to cut down on my cheatin'
Started f**in' midgets, kept creepin'
You ain't gotta tell me, I know you feelin' this sh**
I hear what I'm sayin' I know I'm k**in' this sh**, n***a
[Hook 2]
[Verse 3]
Sometimes it all seems f**ed up though
Rest in peace, cause what's mixtapes without Justo?
Sip the' Grey Goose, thinkin' about that ride on the Gray Goose
Ankles chained, headin' to Beirut
Crucified next to some n***a named Jesus
Died ressurected, bustin' blue, still trey-deuced
So yall n***as better respectognize sh**s real
When my mixtape's hotter than every album this year
[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]