He's mental on any instrumental
You all niggas ain't even on my level
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
Killing the competition, without any permission,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Oh wait thats right you don't have any
No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints
Can't make any counterpoints
I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here
Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal
Celebrating without any tweet.
Translation cause my life is too sweet
Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt
Maybe you could fool any jerk
Attain it by any means
Tryna kill my dreams
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