[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib]
[Intro]
[Verse]
Uh, one shot, one ques
How you b**h n***as feel?
More soul than a lil' bit
Visions of it all, ain't no comfort in this lil' sh**
You got it and I need it, consider this, I'm about to hit a lick
Switch, show these baby gill n***as who they dealing with
It's I, you geeks are just speaking of still images
You fear me in my physical form
I'm k**in' anything you n***as picture me on
It's been a minute, penny-pinching, we eventually spawn
I was to get up, fill up
Machine gun raps for all my n***as rollin' with us
And whoever wanna oppose, consider them n***as hit up
For all the days with no pay, we still lit up
For the money, yeah I get a gut feeling like a sit up
Go and give up, you n***as pathetic
I had to scrimmage for the trenches
Never been so pathetic, this some sh**, I regret it
But slow me down, never leaded
I'm still spitting this fire like I've been sipping unleaded
He too sick for the medics, I cut him deep like a open heart
More beast than the pa**engers in Noah ark
See me in the streets, be discrete or get broke apart
Man, it's a thin line, rest in peace to Owen Hart
Damn, don't need you tellin' me who I am
All that tellin', tellin', man I'm tallying up the grams
Smoking k**er Cali, man, that package that's in demand
Spoke with Dom's on the work he makin' it crack with spoon
It's dope n***a, it's too dope n***a, there's no hope n***a