[Hook] Hook 'em, bait a motherf**er like a fish Up at the top, I ain't talking bout a dish No chimo, you ain't f**in' with the kid I don't need to put a tab on my tongue for me to trip Get 'em, world in my hand and I'ma kick it Love hanging out, I ain't talkin bout a friendship Got 'em, on the microphone, not a problem In a good way, got green like Boston [Verse 1] My own mama love me, so these other women, I can't do it My own partner told me that he's down for this, but he can't do it He just don't got the work ethic that it takes to really do it Everybody thinking it comes easy, man they f**in' stupid Put my past behind me, now they're tryna bring it up again Got a brighter future, then I light up on the other end Break it down, I'm a roll, like we was shootin' craps Left the 402 in '09, sometimes feel like movin' back No I don't f** with No-bo-dy I love it Lone-uh-ly Recordin' By my self No Jordan, no Pippen Verse him, me verse him, I work him High as a b**h don't feel like a earthling Motherf** a martian, but I'm full like a clip And I stay runnin' with the bulls with the sh** Ain't with the bullsh**, I'll take a bullet For motherf**ers who I roll with Only the real and never the fry You don't really wanna see Kemp get off Go through with everything I say Down for whatever til the day I get paid I didn't mean it like that! Word to competition, I lay 'em out flat Walk around with a shoulder lean But I ain't talking bout Jordan She grind all on Sean V But I ain't talkin' bout pole dance [Hook] [Verse 2] Sick 'em, no pet dog, I Vick 'em When I'm on beat, guarantee I k** it Up at the top, I ain't talkin bout the ceiling Even when I'm numb go dumb they feel it Motherf** your feelings and motherf** the odds Middle finger at the fries, I ain't never gonna stop Chop, chop, chop, get done, no talkin' Only one rappin' but the action like Bronson Tell me why all the good guy die young Tell me why new rappers gotta sound dumb Had to watch it all unfold right in front of me Takin' what's mine, I should be number one You go head keep all them planes You go head keep all them cars You go head and front like a fake Puffin' out your chest and actin' like you hard I know a p**y right when I see one You can ask Aaliyah AKA Ms Cletus You can ask Colby, you can ask Jobie You can ask Cody, sh** Alex Solis Still on my grind and I'm doing my thizzang Even when I'm down, stand tall like Dikembe Even when I'm high, I'm down for the cause World in my hand, I'ma drop it like a grenade Drop a bomb on the beat, like Russia did ISIS And I'm so high you can tell by my eyelids And I'm so high I can't tell what the time is Man what the f** the time is? Sean 4:20 and it ain't no stoppin Ya'll get ready cuz Ms Cletus droppin' You ain't heard nothing like this before You don't like me you can lick my genitals When it comes down to it, I'm a monster in disguise But a man in the flesh, and a kid in my eyes Pain and pride are a motherf**in' b**h Cuz you gotta get yours before I gotta get mine Pop it down, don't talk to me Don't pop it up, I don't dab Unless it's wax, you pussies wack I'm bumpin' my own sh** on max [Hook] [Verse 3] Hit 'em, hit 'em with that Pac, no Biggie Better mention my name in the same sentence Joe, don't take it personal coach Down to the wire, down to the last roach Shouts to my cousin, he go by that name Old school, [?] here come the pain Here come the show, and here come the clique Rollin' by myself, I ain't a punk b**h All I'm good at, is avoiding other people Heart full of good, but mind full of evil Stomach full of stuff I don't wanna discuss Young King Kemp, [?] Dope motherf**er, might get your a** high Ain't worried bout when 5-0 pa** by fu*k 'EM Man it's FlacoVeli season, it's something serious homie [Hook]