[Verse 1: Daylyt]
50k… that's officially my price now yeah
For those who know me check my pa** roll
You will see that I'm the sh**, a**hole
It's an afro; n***a I'm nice 'round here
Or I could just put the fist to the side of his head, Black Power!
Or I could give MLK's headshot sleek
Let's see who got the better dream
Check my pa** roll, you will see that I'm so warm
It's Mr. Hankey in a snow storm; this gone be the coldest sh** you ever seen
I mean remember when I was to the side; Debo
He know my energy sub-zero and that's why I'm cold-hearted
They got me here for one reason
To k** all these whack n***as, look at all these Jack Thrillers
It was over for them before the show started
But this is when I make you look like the feather
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… that's called Quill, n***a
When I go rage n***as cry on stage, that's cause I'm ill, n***a
I had screws loose since I was a baby
These kids better know the drill n***a
You seem frightened
Like Teen Titan, I've been robbing since a little n***a
That's real n***a, you better have them pockets a**ured
Or I get to score candy bars you can't cop at the store
I'm co*king the four
If he f** with me, it's Three's Company; I'll have two b**hes come and knock at your door
[Verse 1: Arsonal]
Your b**h love me
She been reaching out trying to let my dick drill her
Her weave ratchet but her bun be on point; that b**h triller
Pistol on the car dash she in I let Kim k** her
While this gaylord watching me f** her; you Ben Stiller
You trying to win this battle with intellect?
What about those who don't catch it? They can't intercept
I become the bigger threat
In these streets I'm leant like the Cuban around Jigga' neck
I always got some iron in my jeans, I keep my denims pressed
Keep plenty heat
Stick a knife through any beef before my dinner bless
I swiss beats, did a bid for some dope, floating up sh**'s creek
But I'm home now, no longer am I state property; Chris Neef
First n***a think sh** sweet before that sh** steep
Three n***as stomp him with both shoes
Alive we bury Day six feet
How you real? Why cause a face tat Got a new deal?
Hollow get Lux I get stuck with the weirdo n***a from Dru Hill?
You ain't got Ars' cause you nice and got Mook's sk**
You got Ars' cause you lowered your price
n***a, how the truth feel?
We both locing, blue steel
Get his big body a coupe feel
Chop this n***a down a size, he'll get his roof peeled
I keep live bands, give you that R.O.O.T.S. feel
This like being on d**h Row with no limits
He done signed one of Snoop' deals!
My bars crazy
I don't need sign language to let my hands speak
I throw wild punches in a circular motion like I was Zangief
You rap on instrumentals, I saran beats
Whatever they want I got
If I don't got it, I go get it; I'm Hustle Man Chief
Nexus d**h or the same vehicle as Professor X
Have my young n***as draw on you; call that a Etch-a-Sketch
Heaven's how high? Ask Red and Meth
You a gigantic a**hole, n***a; a rectum stretched