[Intro: Jon Thicklin]
Yer…
Yella tha OG… yeah
Yer!
One time…
Alright…
[Verse 1: Jon Thicklin]
While you bullsh**ting/
I'm jotting dope down, there's no days off/
Word to my n***a Holla, got off the phone with Yella/
He told me AT a problem, need a beat, I got ya, just pick up the phone & holla/
Too many wannabe chiefs but won't do the work/
White collar mind, blue collar shirt/
My ambition, intentions on running rap/
While keeping it a hundred, Warren Moon, Warren Sapp/
90s heads keep telling me bring it back/
Well them n***as stuck in the past, see/
Foresight keep me focused, on what I'm seeing, not being Stevie, don't Wonder/
J never have a Mimi s**ing him like a parasite/
*ha* that metaphor was like you met a 4/
Pop fly if you caught it, if not, a homer/
There's something appealing about that n***a Thicklin/
Ya girl'll see it & I bet she can't hold back the feeling, boy
[Verse 2: Burman]
Check…..
Burm be on his black out like he bought the mack out/
I used to rap to empty rooms, now them sh**s be packed out/
These n***as talking about they eighths, I brought the whole sack out/
And shorty talking bout our future with her whole rack out, swerve/
I'm in the trap with all these nouns and these verbs/
Praises to the Most High for giving what we deserve/
Yeah, I might talk with a slur, but all these words is superb/
Don't got to act, I just relax and chill, roll up some urb/
Illy n***a from the 6-1, something like a unicorn/
Other cats is spitting like they came out of the womb disformed/
This is what it's like to hear a pitbull in human form/
If you try to step, I take you out, but know that you been warned/
Ain't preaching what I'm rapping, I'm just making sure that you informed/
Veteran in the game, just check the stripes upon my uniform/
Coldest n***a walking, but the inside of the louie's warm/
Groovy one, they should shoot my whole life in movie form…. free!/