[Intro]
[?]
Huh? Was it the rep?
Was it so our names could ring out on some fuckin’ ghetto street corners man
Naw man, there’s games man beyond the fucking game
[Verse 1: Bad Lucc]
When you niggas stop playin’ I stop playin’ the field
Like Cali niggas in Vegas I want more
I’ve exceeded my limit, limited livin’
I didn’t want much, couple of trips, she need a clutch capture
My extravagant mind thinkin’ of new ways to be better than most
And I’m rarely seen like a Blue Jay
Hall of fame shit, I been that, in my city I’m a wizard
Cali king, dance with the devil down in the blizzard, ah
I’m outchea runnin’ with scissors but fuck it
Greatness come with a price and I have become it
Feelin’ some type of way and so they stare, go to share
See all of this new age hype is like the [?]
Watch me, kinda cocky I deserve to be
Decade in the booth so let’s be clear this shit is surgery
Sweat rag in my pocket cause I’m known for goin’ in
I could do this in my sleep so if [?] you owe me ten
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Abstract asshole
Dazzle the competition everywhere I tip toe
Had rappers on they heels way before the deal, bro
Deal with it, get off my dill pickle for real
From a place where you was raised to keep a steel with you
Drop a splash of cognac to the pavement prayin’ they still with you
And they still miss you, just missed the terrorist threats
Just after they went through TSA with concealed missiles
In my carry-on luggage, you got a problem?
I’ll show you what bad luck is, I won’t even punch
No pun intended, my president’s black and will fuck you up
And no it ain’t taken a nap, but the gun is tucked
Is it just me or is it that your time is up?
And every minute counts, did you pass math or what?
Get to steppin’ before I pick you apart, spit on your heart
Laugh at your pain like I did Kevin’s
[?]
Huh? Was it the rep?
Was it so our names could ring out on some fuckin’ ghetto street corners man
Naw man, there’s games man beyond the fucking game
[Verse 1: Bad Lucc]
When you niggas stop playin’ I stop playin’ the field
Like Cali niggas in Vegas I want more
I’ve exceeded my limit, limited livin’
I didn’t want much, couple of trips, she need a clutch capture
My extravagant mind thinkin’ of new ways to be better than most
And I’m rarely seen like a Blue Jay
Hall of fame shit, I been that, in my city I’m a wizard
Cali king, dance with the devil down in the blizzard, ah
I’m outchea runnin’ with scissors but fuck it
Greatness come with a price and I have become it
Feelin’ some type of way and so they stare, go to share
See all of this new age hype is like the [?]
Watch me, kinda cocky I deserve to be
Decade in the booth so let’s be clear this shit is surgery
Sweat rag in my pocket cause I’m known for goin’ in
I could do this in my sleep so if [?] you owe me ten
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Abstract asshole
Dazzle the competition everywhere I tip toe
Had rappers on they heels way before the deal, bro
Deal with it, get off my dill pickle for real
From a place where you was raised to keep a steel with you
Drop a splash of cognac to the pavement prayin’ they still with you
And they still miss you, just missed the terrorist threats
Just after they went through TSA with concealed missiles
In my carry-on luggage, you got a problem?
I’ll show you what bad luck is, I won’t even punch
No pun intended, my president’s black and will fuck you up
And no it ain’t taken a nap, but the gun is tucked
Is it just me or is it that your time is up?
And every minute counts, did you pass math or what?
Get to steppin’ before I pick you apart, spit on your heart
Laugh at your pain like I did Kevin’s
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