[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Right Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me I learned from the streets no picture was painted for me This n***as is frauds not what they claiming to be Got my 9 11 n***as with me, they craving for beef Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra High-school n***a, probably got shoved in a locker This for my n***as up top getting ready for lock up These rap n***as weak, x em out like a pop up Known for making movies, give them an Oscar f**ing Lo junkie, part reason why they stock up Whole hood through the show, spending cake to watch us Come home to you Kush God on the knockers Ah, you f**ing right Just another day another hard laying night These f**ing weirdos, these n***as ain't bright Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight [Hook: Smoke DZA] I'm on my way, real on cake Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight I do my dude don't make me loose my cool Knock them out the park What you wanna do n***as, it's ball game That's a ball game chump, ah Ball game, n***a, the ball game's done, riiiiight [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] In every inning sure your career's ending You n***as ain't winning, really you're short winded The bases is loaded you ever notice Your spot in your game was took, as I look at your team choking Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter I'm raising my stock with every hit record, look at my record Your status will drop soon as they message me in the session Minor league coaches we feed them b**hes to vultures You posing as a poser, we post your d**h on a poster Your highlight is getting closer, to stardom we never start em We starve em and tire mark em, in the dust so you can watch em In God trust, I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader Just your luck you f**ed around and let a queer lead ya Time's up, you play softer than Damien We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium [Hook: Smoke DZA]