[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I take a look around ain't nothing brand new
But the brand A clothes and a couple tattoos
City going nuts like a f**ing cashew
I'm the man in my city, don't get it confused
LA every day, west side, deuce deuce, neighborhood su-woo
What side do you choose?
Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs
These diamonds blue don't hold your tongue
You can s** this dick, got an issue hit her
Shots fired, pistol spitta
Before your name, do you remember?
It's what it's gonna say when I'm through with you n***a
I don't hold no grudge, just hold my nuts
Made it the game, put a hole in ya tux
Oohhh k** em, ho don't f**!
All she say, n***a ho don't f**
Middle fingers stuck to the world on edge
Might jump but a n***a can't feel my legs
I'm high on the moon tryna plant my flag
For the team got a dream but I ain't slept yet
All you n***as robots, got a fat a** blunt I'ma role model
I don't need no co-op, goin for the win it's no option
[Hook: Kid Ink]
Yup, its no option (x2)
Yup, look around its no option
Yup, tell me what you know bout it
[Verse 2: King Los]
Light work, this a free throw doe
I blow strong, n***a strong arm Debo doe
I got the ice tea range and the beat coco
I say, Ice-T TV and Coco
That's coco like c**aine n***a be snow though
Drop the ice in the pot and whip three more doe
Know a chick named Shaneneh that move a lot of yay yay
That say a girlfriend get the kilo low
I might have dropped outta college, but I mastered cash
I get the old school scratch grand master flash
You looking like Chris Cross with a bag of hash
Because you must be high with you backwards a**, ballin'
n***as work at Walmart, where they play at
Turn em into a Target when I show then where the K at
Sajak, I'm wheelin' in the fortune, lay back
Rain like April, but I might bring may back, or my back
Cause my neck and my back aching
My mack and my tech for my slab of bacon
The bacon, they hate I made it, I make 'em take it
I innovated, I made em state it when they debate it
I'm checking n***as my n***a who play make it take it
They just faking, I take it say they I wouldn't make it
Damn Ink, what these n***as ain't learned it before
I make home look good like the furniture store, King!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: King Los]
I'm about a hundred is a hundred could be
Cause my whole motherf**ing ghetto coming with me
I'm a king so my thousand dollar sneakers on the gas of the phantom
Means there's rose petals under my feet
Yes Lord, yes Lord, get stepped on n***a, step off
Cause asking if there's a n***a better than me
That's just gon get you crickets, you might as well buy a pet frog
Hold up, I said look you whylin', rookie stop it
If we was in school I woulda shook ya pocket
Took your wallet, your girl say the dick game money
She just want me to hold the p**y hostage
I drop the top down, look it's ostrich
My links is juicy like I'm cooking sausage
I threw the wheels on, lift the a** up
Look like I got the Chevy p**y poppin, King!
[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Sitting leaning back and my seat feel fifteen feet high over ya reach, roll up
Downtown n***a hood gonna speed check your IG, that OG
Before for my name is stuffed inside of a swisher
Switching lane no sign of slipping
k**ing the strip no sign of a siren
Sipping straight, stop chasing my high man
I can't lose n***a too unlikely
Ain't no tie when I lace my Nike's
Nightly money sleep on the nightstand next to the bible
Holy, amen, I am more than a man and a monster
Me and the mafia f** your squadron
Kid Ink, King Los, they don't want problems
But you leave us no option
[Hook]