[Verse 1: Papa-Bear]
I ain't the best rapper alive but I'm better than you
Didn't mean to be rude, I'm just stating the truth
If not better than you than I'm realer than you
Don't get it confused, I'm just not you
Although at times I wonder how it would be to be he, but in the end I prefer to be me
All I got is myself, if you asking for help there's no hope
Watch how they react to dough like dope
Strung out, no doubt, on route, right now, not dumb, not done
You can run Forrest run, but you can't hide
Target in sight with closed eyes
No chance, tied hands, weak stance, wrong plans, not advanced, not afraid to stand my ground
That's what the f** I'm about
[Hook: Papa-Bear]
I ride with my dawgs
Get high with my dawgs
I rhyme with my dawgs
Rip it live with my dawgs
Cut pie with my dawgs
I ride with my dawgs
Get high with my dawgs
I rhyme with my dawgs
Rip it live with my dawgs
Cut pie with my dawgs
[Verse 2: Papa-Bear]
Relax Gang in this mother f**er!!!!!
Jay
Kirk
Beezy
Kenny
Teddy
Bukk
Tafari
De$ & Papa-B
Probably puffin an ounce of the most profound potent tree
Hate weed so much, every time I see it I must, burn that motherf**er down
No f**ing around!(Relax)
This business, not personal, don't be pissed, you're not a f**ing urinal
Don't get mad, get even
Later that evening the family was grieving, reason-being their kids disappearance
We chiefing keef, but no GBE-ing (Spark up!!!!)
Living European on my mind (WOOP!)
First I gotta muthaf**ing grind (WOOP!)
No time to chill when you set on 100 mill
Put in that overtime (WOOP!)
Now that Rover mine, I let my b**h drive and we just get high
Hotbox, stay smokin' like a f**ing Rasta
[Hook: Papa-Bear]
I ride with my dawgs
Get high with my dawgs
I rhyme with my dawgs
Rip it live with my dawgs
Cut pie with my dawgs
I ride with my dawgs
Get high with my dawgs
I rhyme with my dawgs
Rip it live with my dawgs
Cut pie with my dawgs