You better back up off me
And leave me alone
sh** back on grizzly
Man ya boy n a zone
Ain't no new sensation
I have been around for minute
Lyrics autobiographical
The glow is vintage
Ain't no happy rap n***a
Me i am the grim reaper
n***a with a attitude
Anti wiz khailifa
See i dont give a f**
Fact is i never did
Always stated to myself
Was a weird lil kid
But my hands was nice
When it came to them
Street fights disrespect me
And u gonna pay the damn price
Man i take lives
And f** they wives
U a scary muthaf**a
I can see it ya eyes
Crawl i dont do
Nails i dont chew
When that line is crossed
My attitude is f** you
Too me is like whatever
Got my whole crew together
As long as we as one
Ain't a storm we can't weather
I focused on the task
Never bring no false sh**
One the way too the top
Took one or two losses
This is gods work
Ain't a n***a can't stop me
Me i call it confidence
U b**hes call it co*ky
I put two brothers
And a sister three college
I did from heart i dont need
To be acknowledge
Got that inner respect
I dont need rolex
Too floss my success
My life has been a test
Hook
Its that west coast aftershock
Before it or not we done changed
The game alot of years
Went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x
I got that big black dick
To make a b**h nut quick
Got a bad attitude so that
I must admit
When it comes to rap
I am off the meat rack
You either with me
Or against simple as that
Have my little homies
Ain't my freind so f**um
Got a funny vibe gonna
Like i just could trustum
Pockets stay knotted
f** hoes who look exotic
Flood the block with music
Like we use to do narcotics
I am not bad guy
I am just trying to get by
I rely on avalon to light
Them up if i die
Got a smile on my face
As i am counting papes
On the low ya baby mama
Trying too give me a taste
Scandoulous we can handle this
The eastside way
So when you see me
We can jump right into that gun play
No words is spoke
My dick down your b**h throat
Got her falling in love
With every motherf**ing stroke
Ya boy in charge
Got a full body ma**age
She bought me groceries
With her ebt card
Your nothin but hype
With me u dont compare
The type of n***a
Who would piss on himself from a stare
You practice looking hard
But thats just a mirage
On twitter n***as beefing
Acting like they some broads
Let tell motherf**ing
About back in the day'
I was raised
On too short and N.W.A
Hook
Its that west coast aftershock
Before it or not we done changed
The game alot of years
Went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x