[Verse 1: Mark Battles]
I'm dumb with the check
I'm hoping y'all have fun with the rap, or get a**a**in'd
Enough with compa**es, stuck in mola**es
Tricking the ma**es, lucky a** ba*tards
Said it once i will say it twice
Ask [?] she won't make it right
Next check on the Vegas flight
MGM for the latest fight
Fall in love she won't stay the night
Tell the judge i pay the price
[?] thugs ain't the crazy type
You know them are my n***as right ?
Born a King we did it proper
Open eyes for the [?] pasta
Bar change a life like Willy Wonka
Barely famous might go to the Oscars
Wildin' out with my brother Los
Few groupie chicks and some other folks
Levitate serve one it's dope
A million verses with a bunch of quotes
[?] my city backwards
MIA with a pretty actress
Nah, the s** was decent but the head banging like Lenny Kravitz
If i say it you know i do it
Stay a hunnid the flow the truest
They be running i show and prove it
k** n***as on tracks like Tony Stewart
When this drops the game is finished
Wrap it up, AIDS convention
All you n***as better pay attention
Props to God cause he made me different
n***as think I'm a vegan cause I eat beats
Who you seek on the sneak peek
Free [?] for need freaks
Beep Beep got a street sweep
Leave me with the cheap [?]
Who you tryna rob?
F.O.D n***a fly or die
Throwing three's with a lot of pride
[Hook: Mark Battles]
Going, going, going
They got me going, going, going
They got me going, going, going
They got me going, they got me going
[Verse 2: King Los]
Wait for it...
My whole flow from Mars and it's dumb
Your hoe roll with the squad when it come
Deep throat, n***a we drove cars in her tongue
She stroke these flows, the riot type
Require height?, i acquire higher heights
I fire ice, higher fire, tried to retire mic's
What, you saying you getting lime light?
I was like, what? with a diet sprite
Man i know what this collar like
Cause you wish you was like [?]
I'm the [?] , no really like i am life
Hold up
Hide your wife, grab your guns
I wrap your son in bars, i'm a rapping son of a b**h
b**hes wrapped around son, no son of a b**h
b**h my daddy was the son of a pimp
I, stamp on your stomach, and bu*t on your lip
Gun bu*t to the front of your sh**
I wanted to piss on you while you was knocked out
But the cops was coming, my co*k was standing in front of my zip
Ughh!
So i when i see you while i'm co*king my sh**
And i tell you i got one in the tit
I need to talk about my gun on my dick
Running a hundred miles and running
Coming for n***as who think they wanna be something this summer
Coming i got that drummer drummer drumming drumming pumping n***a
Hit that Ferrari pump pump pump pump pump
Tell 'em n***as park it in a pumping nickle
That's bread light, bread on your head if it ain't a red light, keep
[Hook: Mark Battles]
Going, going, going
They got me going, going, going
They got me going, going, going
They got me going, they got me going