[Verse 1: Conceited]
Pockets full of cash flow
Probably why they mad though
We got a problem, Houston
Somebody get the Astros
Diamonds in the chain, you can see 'em in my shadow
They [?] Cuban, that's Fidel Castro
Bitches get it popping, once I pull up dropping
Not even an option, [?] I'm copping
See the ring, I'm getting the box like Hopkins
Pass them off when I get 'em alone like Stockton
Letting shots off once the MAC-11 snuck out
You be surrounded by your own blood like a cookout
If I pull out, there's gonna be a [?]
Put a couple in your frame, that's a prom picture
Keep on running out your mouth, I'm a brawl with ya'
This is [?], you talking to the wrong nigga
Got your girl with her ass sitting on her hand
Sorta like Comcast 'cause she on demand
You saw the watch with the diamonds sitting on the band
You see the kid in the guts, that's a sonogram
Call us and let it [?], we coming after you
N.W.A, Ncredible with attitude
[Verse 2: Charlie Clips]
First off, I'm that dude, second
People tell me that I look like Cube
Well if I could have it my way
My niggas coming Straight Outta Compton and
You won't make it to see a Friday
Ha, don't make me have to get in a [?]
'Cause I'll pull up on yo block 'til you get in the back
It's crazy, I see food when I'm gripping the MAC
I leave you [?] like a shrimp with some shit in your back
Nasty, 'cause the shrimp got shit in his back
I'm too with it with these words, tell these niggas relax
And we just dropped the mixtape, go and listen to that
And ain't nothing to go and hit my nigga Nick on a track
Ha, tryna steal my bars 'cause they Ncredible
You bite, went and lose your mind, it's like an edible
Ever since they killed Trayvon, I ain't got no sleep
Middle finger up to the cops, fuck the police
Oh, you thought I was out, nigga what's up
It ain't just the police, my nigga, fuck Donald Trump
I put the llama right in the back of his mouth
Keep squeezing 'til Obama get back in the house
Pockets full of cash flow
Probably why they mad though
We got a problem, Houston
Somebody get the Astros
Diamonds in the chain, you can see 'em in my shadow
They [?] Cuban, that's Fidel Castro
Bitches get it popping, once I pull up dropping
Not even an option, [?] I'm copping
See the ring, I'm getting the box like Hopkins
Pass them off when I get 'em alone like Stockton
Letting shots off once the MAC-11 snuck out
You be surrounded by your own blood like a cookout
If I pull out, there's gonna be a [?]
Put a couple in your frame, that's a prom picture
Keep on running out your mouth, I'm a brawl with ya'
This is [?], you talking to the wrong nigga
Got your girl with her ass sitting on her hand
Sorta like Comcast 'cause she on demand
You saw the watch with the diamonds sitting on the band
You see the kid in the guts, that's a sonogram
Call us and let it [?], we coming after you
N.W.A, Ncredible with attitude
[Verse 2: Charlie Clips]
First off, I'm that dude, second
People tell me that I look like Cube
Well if I could have it my way
My niggas coming Straight Outta Compton and
You won't make it to see a Friday
Ha, don't make me have to get in a [?]
'Cause I'll pull up on yo block 'til you get in the back
It's crazy, I see food when I'm gripping the MAC
I leave you [?] like a shrimp with some shit in your back
Nasty, 'cause the shrimp got shit in his back
I'm too with it with these words, tell these niggas relax
And we just dropped the mixtape, go and listen to that
And ain't nothing to go and hit my nigga Nick on a track
Ha, tryna steal my bars 'cause they Ncredible
You bite, went and lose your mind, it's like an edible
Ever since they killed Trayvon, I ain't got no sleep
Middle finger up to the cops, fuck the police
Oh, you thought I was out, nigga what's up
It ain't just the police, my nigga, fuck Donald Trump
I put the llama right in the back of his mouth
Keep squeezing 'til Obama get back in the house
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