Psst, I seFsee dead people
(MFE(Mustard on the beat, hoAmhoe)
AmAyy, Mustard on the beat, hoe
AmDeebo, any rap niggaFnigga, he a free throw
FMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a nigga to tAmthe cross, he walk around likFlike Teezo
FWhat's up with these jabroni-ass Aniggas tryna see Compton?
AmThe industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
AmHow many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
AmI'm finna pass on Fthis body, I'm John Stockton
FBeat your ass and hiEhide the Bible if God watAmwatchin'
AmSometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the scoFscore with 'em
FWalk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him
FPole Amon him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
AmSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
YoAmAYou better not ever go to cell blFblock one
FTo any bitch that talk to Ghim and they in love
GJust make sure you hide youFyour lil' sister from him
FThey tell me ChubbAmChubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
AmAnd PARTY at the party, playin' with hiFhis nose now
FAnd Baka got a Aweird case, why is he around?
CerAAmCertified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
AmWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up
AmWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
AmWhy you trollin' like a bGbitch? Ain't you tired?
GTryna strike a chord Cand it's probably A-FA-Minor
TAmAThey not like us, they not like us, Fthey not like us
FThey nAnot like us, they not like us, they not like us
AYou Amthink the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
AmI think that Oakland show gon' be your last Fstop, nigga
FDid Cole fouI, I Adon't know why you still pretendin'
AWhat is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bAmbitches, go
AmShape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
AmRabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
AmAin't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch
And you Malibu most wAmwanted
AmAin't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
AmSince 2009, I had thiFthis bitch jumpin'
FYou F#niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
F#What OVO forAfor? The "Other VagAmVaginal Option"? Pussy
AmNigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
AmMight write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"
AmFuck a cGcaption, want action, no acciAmaccident, and I'm hands-on
AmHe fuck around, get Gpolished
GFucked on Wayne girl F#while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like Fa bitch apologizin'
FI'm glGglad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be regiGregistered and placed on neighborhood watch
GI lean on you nigF#niggas like another line of Wock'
F#Yeah, iG#it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up Amto Pac, ayy
AmPut the wrong labAlabel on me, I'ma get 'em droppAmdropped, ayy
AmSweet Chin Music, and I won't Fpass the aux, ayy
FHow many stocks Ado I really have in stAmstock? Ayy
AmOne, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
AmDevil is a Alie, he a 69 GodAmGod, ayy
AmFreaky-ass niggas Fneed to stay they ass inside, ayy
FRoll Amthey ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
AmCity is back up, it's a Fmust, we outside, ayy
AmThey Anot like us, they not like us, Fthey not like us
TheFAThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us
Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down callFcallin' us some slaves
FAtlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward, 2024, you got Fthe same agenda
FYou rF#run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga Amchallenge
AmYou called Future Awhen you didn't see the clAmclub (ayy, what?)
AmLil Baby hAhelped you get your liAmlingo up (what?)
Am21 gave Ayou false street cAmcred
AmThug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?Dmwhat?)
DmQuavo said you can be from NorthsAmNorthside (what?)
Am2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
AmYou run to Atlanta Fwhen you need a few dolDdollars
DNo, you not a Fcolleague, you a fuckin' colonizer
FThe family matter, and the truth of the mEmatter
EIt was God's plan to Amshow y'all thAthe liar
FHe a fan, he a fan, he a faAmfan (mm)
AmHe a fan, he a fan, he a-
AmFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
AmFreaky-ass nigga, he a 6F69 God
FHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your Glife
GHey, hey, heyAmhey, hey, run for your life
FreAmAFreaky-ass nigga, Fhe a 69 God
FFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
FHey, hey, hey, hey, run Afor your life
AHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
ALet me hear yoAmyou say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoeG(OV-hoe)
GSay, "OV-hAm"OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)
AmThen step this way, step that way
AmThen step this way, step that way
FThen step this way, stAstep that way
TheAGThen step this way, step tAmthat way