[Verse 1: MONK]
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
This cali grown got me hella blown
With my head up in the stars like a telescope
You can probably find me with a yellowbone
And she probably trying to get in the zone or something
It's enticing, he got a bad temper like lightning
He never hit twice in the same spot
I suggest you stand back if you can't box
These Vans never even hit the skate shop
I'm on bullsh** chillen in a tank-top
With like 3 bad b**hes, Baywatch
My bad, I don't really like degrading women
But half these rappers ain't living how they say they living
The line between real and fake is now paper thin
And this is s**er free, so at least try to pay attention
Or pay your dues, and don't make a move
It's pay-per-view, no cablevision
[Verse 3: Rokamouth]