Evidence - Defari Interlude lyrics

[Verse 1: Defari] Filter all this noise like these beats on my ear I'm really froggish, every year is leap year Freshly cut to d**h, every week I'm off that chair Taco Tuesday find your boy at the Savoy, savoir-faire In Inglewood I'm really good, in Venice I get plenty bud These n***as think they really good, reality they really none They really like my little sons, they really like some little bums They not even a factor in this burn, they really get no run Ruby drop a ton of rhymes, a ton of beats I'm known to eat I gotta eat like Megatron on Monday night against the Chiefs I gotta bring my A game, my main frame 200 pounds I'd rather dump 200 rounds and watch you f**s run out of town This L.A. city all Southern section, true confessions You bad a** little kids, you could all learn a lesson I'm not stressing, and I surely ain't hiding behind no texting Here I stand, just a man in all of his imperfections