I could be parallell to bad as hell Equivalent to ignorant Depends on the matter, well, if it's that insignificant I'll just have to tell a n***a to kick rocks with flip flops Rappers rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop I ain't paying to disc jock, he ain't getting the wrist-watch I'm the realest to make it, he takin dick in the sh** box I kinda get why I'm legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant I see why dishonest sh** is so prominent See the kids that rhymin' it, that ain't lived not a line of it You ain't hood money not good money ya counterfeit The kind of a jan, I get on some lo-lo for lanna sh** Name a state now fivin' it, with that coke in them llamas, b**h Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike ten I guarantee none of y'all be on the block like him co*k the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skipped that Lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them The record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag me First they said I was gangsta, then they said 'not exactly' I rap about politicians, rap about protect They loosin' the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenacted Being on my black sh**, they be tryna silence me But to do that sh**, they have to do it violently Clack clack that act back Rat-at-at that backjack A lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them A lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them Y'all n***as is luke-warm, y'all ain't hot like them Them motherf**ers my brothers, they ain't my friends We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm A lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them Y'all n***as is luke-warm, y'all ain't hot like them Them motherf**ers my brothers, they ain't my friends We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm The uncut dope, ya had to land on a farm Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs Getting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms Reminiscing my rapping with BIG, the man with the don n***as did it big, but not like them Drink champange in the ocean just to drown my sins Should have (?) a valet, roll around my Benz These n***as know my beginning, but not my end It's me and Saigon in the pizons Never behind us like we vary our zones Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on Cause this could be the day that you died on