[Intro: Jay Rock]
Now these niggas don't want me to win
I guess I just gotta talk my shit then
Aye
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
[?] like Top Ramen is spread from the bounty
This hunter is aiming straight at your head, niggas doubt me
Tell em' they better count me in, like Dracula
Packing a black mack in the back of a magnum
You rappers is gon' go
That's one hell of a punch line but let's get back to the flow
Left jab hit your nose
Right hook fracture your skull
Your body is free
Put luxury tax on your soul (OG)
That's what they yelling when I'm pulling up
Like a rough rider working out in the hood and stuff
They say I ain't in the hood enough?
Bitch I'm a transmission
The pump leak when your oil slipping
And I been in the kitchen, like a toaster
With them toasters, hang you like a Willie Lynch poster
East side vulture, preying on your dead caracas
Sorry I was starving
Now these niggas don't want me to win
I guess I just gotta talk my shit then
Aye
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
[?] like Top Ramen is spread from the bounty
This hunter is aiming straight at your head, niggas doubt me
Tell em' they better count me in, like Dracula
Packing a black mack in the back of a magnum
You rappers is gon' go
That's one hell of a punch line but let's get back to the flow
Left jab hit your nose
Right hook fracture your skull
Your body is free
Put luxury tax on your soul (OG)
That's what they yelling when I'm pulling up
Like a rough rider working out in the hood and stuff
They say I ain't in the hood enough?
Bitch I'm a transmission
The pump leak when your oil slipping
And I been in the kitchen, like a toaster
With them toasters, hang you like a Willie Lynch poster
East side vulture, preying on your dead caracas
Sorry I was starving
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