[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]