I ain't a facebook status so you ain't gotta like me
These n***as get scared when i roll past cuz their voice change to high key
I run hard on you n***as I never go lightly
Ya'll some fake Underarmor n***as needa switch to Nike
Just got back from ATL
Got a letter in the mail
Says i'm the realest and my cousins out on bail
We here to raise hell
Lyrically prevail
And display that all my n***as are livin well
It's like i don't even know whats going on
Mind clouded every time i do these songs
I think about it all day long
Thought about going into the lifestyle of cheech and chong
Just to ease away the pain but all along
I found my black paradise
Fresh palm trees and the beach nice
Penthouse with heavy price
Highways and driveways with mites
Flows so cold you thought i was ice
Glacial flow my raps hella tight
Headed in the left direction but i went right
So any n***a tryna diss me better be ready for a fight on the mic
Mind clouded mind clouded (2x)
Just tryna get away another black paradise day
Mind clouded mind clouded (2x)
Just tryna get away another black paradise day
I be chillin, i be k**in
Listen to the rymes that i be spillin (2x)
I'm the number one contender
You ain't nothing to me but a pretender
Ill grind you up just like a blender
Cuz i am the best and now you shall remember