![]() You dealing with stock owners, conversation with stockbrokers Make a call for coco, smokin' dope from my crop grower The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor How could you not notice? I come from that rock culture (Rock) Star of the squad but they cannot coach (At all) Louis Vuitton holster, this for my niggas in the cell And on they wall, they got a Nicki Minaj poster The talk's over, no drive-by's, we walked over COB bandana tied to the end of the AR Iller than they are, rhymes so sick, give 'em the day off This is the chaos, Nicolas Cage, face off The dark knight, I make it a dark night when I'm gettin' that K off Better than whoever done it, even officers better run it With the drum, I got a technique that'll give twelve a hundred Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern I used to control more shooters than David Stern With Lucifer, hater burn Yo, I was in the park spray-painting on the platform Patent leather top ten, Space Invader hats on Eighty something, I've been a threat for that long Where a lot of people get poked up and clapped on My job really putting on for the city You get popped like a wheelie for saying some old silly shit Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili They be wheeling you away if you say it in South Philly Trackateering Music Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all People love to use that quote, "I'm doin' it for the culture" But what culture is that that you're talking about? The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist But won't do the research on hip-hop history Or the one where you disrespect, disconnect And disregard the founding fathers? But you know what? Whatever it is, it don't even matter 'Cause as long as I'm alive I'ma show and prove where this culture came from And what it's really all about I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo Count to ten and then come in shootin' Fuck peace, Silverback the new Huey Newton I feel it, it's in the air, white cop with a stare New judge in the chair, this shit hittin' the fan But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit And I ain't leavin' the house without that in my hand And it ain't only the cops, it's niggas on your block That talk like a lil' bitch and act like they your man Somethin' like Kris Parker, my Uzi weigh a ton Hundred niggas on the track, then you know I'll be the one To tell niggas to suck cock, run and get a gun It's old P, new P, prob'ly layin' in the sun Prob'ly on a P.I., if I call you king I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga, that status go to B.I You can fuck around and get burnt like a C.I More bars than jail, nigga, who tryna get a V.I? ![]()
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