(Verse 1)
Yo my cousin got the plug in from this chick that he been f**in
Got em dirty dozen buzzin sick and need the robotussin
I'm so Ill, coming through, dolla dolla bill
Something that you wanna feel, so cop a feel
Got a real life stand point
Dust em when I k** joints
I'm in ya f**in area, turn up ya stereo
And listen, to visions, we out to create
Got a long life ahead, this time Im in it to make
More money and hotter honeys, went from living scrummy
To real life superstar, Lounging in the newest car
Could be a Mercedes, maybe Lexus or lincoln
Y'all know what I'm drinking, keep the hennesey stinking
Up the whole room, that's how you know it was me
And if you smell that citrus bullsh** you know it was Dietz
Catch me in my spot, out flowing for peeps
And if you can't respect the style, ya show is complete
Cause it's a dirty game, we bring the pain, keep it real
We keep it live, jive, funky, all chill
If you keep it real, keep ya faith, you could make it
Do it how you do it
But just don't fake it (x2)
(Verse 2)
Dirty game, bring the pain keep it real
You got the weed? I guess we all Gon chill
And it's gonna be a good time, bust a couple good rhymes
Now you see rap game out the hoods fine
Always said if I got tools, that I would shine
Artist like a Pica**o, with a wood knive
Causing up a disaster, how I shook lives
Crazy lyrical master, where the f**s nas
I'm well connected, with all who've been neglected
Beat on till you felt dissected, recollected
In our tales of trauma
We prevail with honor
Got it all locked! This the sh** that can't be stopped
I'm a motherf**ing genius and I know it
Built and designed, strictly for showbiz
You can blow this co*k, if you think that ima stop
Coming through your town join it or get dropped