(Verse)
Who shot ya ?
Hear more screams than the opera
Sneaker copper
I need a helicopter
f** a Bugatti
Woke up in my same bed
Text books holding it up
On it's weak leg
Everyone
Wanna be k**ers
And grow dreads
I still bump Ma$e
Cause cuz I want bread
Dinero pesos
And chicas that's Fuego
Benz mayo
Leather interior
Smell day old
Black insides
Like Apartheid
P90s rip apart sides
Turn you to a turkey that's jive
I will not lose
Playing by cash rules
Cause cash rules
You can't practice cool
I'm co*ky on the mic
You dudes got fake hits
Like rocky at the fight
I'm nasty wit the right
But deadly with the left
Do the right thing
Or you will get left
f** a vest
3 in ya neck
Save ya breath
Cut the check
For the best
Crazy wit the aim
Like da cracker from Virgina Tech
I'm ready to push a Lex down Lex
Fly in a jet
That get
Higher than smoking DC wet
And Mayweather bets
I bet Any track DJs throw me
On I wreck
Cause I was trained
To mend your brain
When I drop game
It's not the same
Yea they call me L
But you gonna take my name
And I'll take ya dame
It's a shame
If my big picture can't fit in ya frame
f**ing lames
Stay in ya lane
They say he should of dropped sooner
Cuz I do the f**ing thing
Like honey moon-ers
I get around
No rumor
Probably don't get that
Bad humor
Vocals cancerous
To the brain like a tumor
I'm fire smoking
You n***as no fumar
Rap 2nd coming
Even sooner
Return of the ruler