Do Ya Homework On Dek (Ft. Quilly & Spade-O)

[Intro: Spade-O & Don Cannon]
Let me hear what I got so far Jun
I never had love for niggas' claiming what they ain't
Niggas' running around saying Cannon and Dram ain't like that
You ain't never gotta guess about anything round here
Just do your homework

[Verse 1: Spade-O]
I'm from the place where the heaters blow
Most the time, shit, the police don't even know
Where the bodies drop and get a chalk outline
Ya'll can keep the small talk nigga, I'm bout mine
Where the (?) tables bottled get poured
And the whips Lloyd's of London insured; no state farm
Coaches said I had a great arm
Ladies love me; they say I'm the rap version of Trey Songz
But I'm like "oh nah nah"
See, I'm more like an Osama than Dalai Lama
I speak healing words like (?)
Come in your crib and rub my Reeboks in your sofa
Like "yeah nigga, fuck your couch", 3 deals in 3 days
What the fuck ya'll bout?
I'm on a whole different level like
See, I'm a Ducaddi and you's a pedal bike

[Chorus: Spade-O]
You niggas need to do your homework
Fuck them crash dummies, nigga, do your own work
You niggas' need to get your paper right
You niggas' need to stop hating like
You niggas' need to step your game up
Slum jewelry dawg, nigga, step your chain up
You niggas' need to rep your own set
You need to recognize nigga, this is "On Dek"