[Verse]
You know what this is
And you know what I'm back on
It's off the wall, It seems they got my back on
And them phones keep ringing, but I swear this ain't for fashion
Rapstar [?], from the bandoe to the mansion
From Feltham on basic, writing covers to that ransom
I wrote a hundred albums
My life's like a movie
In and out these houses
Come and see my surroundings
I'm trying to change my life and they want to see if I'm about it
Well I'm dumbfounded, I'm sorry
I ain't never snitched on nobody, I'm sorry
And I ain't never k**ed nobody, I'm sorry
And I been uni or colly, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Man, I don't dickride like somebody
I got my own flows
I write my own rhymes
I buy my own clothes
I got my whole team
I'm Suge Knight on d**hrow
I mean I'm Pac on d**hrow
sh**, let's run the beat and let's roll
I pray these fakes get exposed
Look, run the beat and let's roll
I said I'm Pac on d**hrow
So I spit on these critics, and laugh at my cynics
Onetime for the illest
We the realest dealers innit
I got b**hes doing smidges, in the hallway, in the kitchen
Someone tell me where my Kim is
Put a shady, in the slimmest, in a civic
sh**, real life this ain't a gimmick
I'm 'bout this money, get specific
Cause this real life, this ain't a gimmick
Got me f**ing up these commas
Man, I swear this game's rotten
Trapping in my black joggers so long
Man, I swear they turned orange
But still I'm thorough to the fullest
Someone tell him pull it
For the DJ get a bullet
Couple yakkers, couple hoodies
Hand all on your goodies
Riding dirty in the benzo
sh**, I'm just praying I don't get a pulley
All I know is rep fully
Riding through your city
Done some bangers with your hitters
Man I'm nice up in your city
P, I got crack like lil Bizzy
f** with me
And I ain't going back to the can, you're stuck with me
So now it's just P in your face, like f** 50's, I'm sorry
I ain't rapping 'bout trapping, I'm sorry
Tell the opps I ain't lacking, I'm sorry
And tell 'em I ain't going back in, I'm sorry