[Part 1]
[Intro: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
You wanna separate yourself from the suckas
And it ain't about what you say 'cause 9 outta 10 times, whoever you talking to they done heard it from a sucka
'Cause suckas, all they do is: go around hot nosing, you know fiending on what me and you talking 'bout (Rich off Mackin)
And they steal our lines (2)
So you know, they go use our lines and fuck it up
Ay, Choice!
What' up, bro?
Bro, where the fuck you been?
In the wind, turning 5 into 10
Took the L outta Black
Turn they back on a pimp
Fuck that though, tell me how you been?
[Verse 1: RJmrLA & Royce the Choice]
You ever felt your stomach touch your back bone? (I have)
On God, I was lowkey down bad with it (Yeah?)
It was harder than reading a text on a cracked phone (Tell me mo')
I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image
Even ran up on a trick, it turned out it was a motherfuckin' fan
I get to pattin' a nigga pockets, he want a picture for the 'Gram
[Verse 2: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
Damn, I could understand what you sayin'
From the North, I was in the trap like a neck vein
Now rule number 1 is to never be number 2 (Uh huh)
Second rule, shit on em without stepping in number two (On God)
Rule 3, if you do, get that shit off your shoe (I feel that)
I always got it out the mud, but what I know ain't what I do
Used to wop out the smokers with the B12's (The fuck?!)
Came in with a blower, we sold him the real (What else?)
Came back for more, we sold him the fakes (Oh, he was on one)
Threw some Orajel on it, he needed a taste (Woo)
[Intro: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
You wanna separate yourself from the suckas
And it ain't about what you say 'cause 9 outta 10 times, whoever you talking to they done heard it from a sucka
'Cause suckas, all they do is: go around hot nosing, you know fiending on what me and you talking 'bout (Rich off Mackin)
And they steal our lines (2)
So you know, they go use our lines and fuck it up
Ay, Choice!
What' up, bro?
Bro, where the fuck you been?
In the wind, turning 5 into 10
Took the L outta Black
Turn they back on a pimp
Fuck that though, tell me how you been?
[Verse 1: RJmrLA & Royce the Choice]
You ever felt your stomach touch your back bone? (I have)
On God, I was lowkey down bad with it (Yeah?)
It was harder than reading a text on a cracked phone (Tell me mo')
I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image
Even ran up on a trick, it turned out it was a motherfuckin' fan
I get to pattin' a nigga pockets, he want a picture for the 'Gram
[Verse 2: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
Damn, I could understand what you sayin'
From the North, I was in the trap like a neck vein
Now rule number 1 is to never be number 2 (Uh huh)
Second rule, shit on em without stepping in number two (On God)
Rule 3, if you do, get that shit off your shoe (I feel that)
I always got it out the mud, but what I know ain't what I do
Used to wop out the smokers with the B12's (The fuck?!)
Came in with a blower, we sold him the real (What else?)
Came back for more, we sold him the fakes (Oh, he was on one)
Threw some Orajel on it, he needed a taste (Woo)
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