[Verse 1: Evidence]
Declare this a state of an emergency
Those who never heard of me 'bout to get burnt up to the third degree
Boots and burglary, drugs, bullets, surgery
Frauds, fiends and fronts, blunts, spiders, and perjury
Murder capital seemed serene 'til the [?]
Gates got closed and sensed urgency from Malibu to Myrtle Beach
Puttin' in work and exchange currency
Hurdlin', batters get pitched at purposely
I worded the versе to work when the picture's rеversed
You hear Satan spit a message on Earth
I'm the illest west of Lincoln Boulevard
Don't make me pull a card out and show you how it was earned
I'm pastor [?] quite certain for churches and cheers
Newcomers beat by old-timers, clickin' in years
Jetsetters catching jets and Lears
Aggressive, pumpin' Melle Mel's message
It's weed for breakfast, go!
[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Like a spatula, I flip vernacular
Like I used to flip packs ridin' passenger
Check, the shit wasn't half as fun
Especially the days I ain't have no funds
It's the one and only
Youngin' with a tongue of a OG
A revolutionary that roll weed
And some believe I'm immortal and don't bleed
And so famous I won't squeeze
Check it, it's Rap [?] a rat race
And it's a fact
Even if you do get first place, you're still a rat
Peep the game, I've been pitchin' scraps, uh
I'm Stevie Wonder with his vision back
In a fitted cap
Your mindframe couldn't picture that
My syntax is like Cinemax
I'm just a nigga on a mission, Jack
Maneuver like the Men In Black
And I just hope that you remember Fash'
I'm takin' my time, perfectin' the rhyme
Stressin' every second intercepted by the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters, I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker, it's time
I get fly enough to paint my name in the sky
Fuck this game, get a little bit of chains and get by
Mindframe of a nigga out his brain doin' time
This is heroine, cocaine, deliver lines
So game, these niggas is so lame
With that Andre Agassi accuracy, got aim
You know, where I'd be at if it wasn't for this
Probably huggin' the Ave, with a gun on my hip
But what I became was a nigga out the game trying to get a little fame
Blow up, propane, take her out, that baby fat, put her in some [?]
Put my city on the map
Like no one who's ever came
And it's a damn shame
Keep a styrofoam cup full of champagne
G's up, you know my motherfuckin' campaign
Niggas wanna be me and bitches want my last name
Declare this a state of an emergency
Those who never heard of me 'bout to get burnt up to the third degree
Boots and burglary, drugs, bullets, surgery
Frauds, fiends and fronts, blunts, spiders, and perjury
Murder capital seemed serene 'til the [?]
Gates got closed and sensed urgency from Malibu to Myrtle Beach
Puttin' in work and exchange currency
Hurdlin', batters get pitched at purposely
I worded the versе to work when the picture's rеversed
You hear Satan spit a message on Earth
I'm the illest west of Lincoln Boulevard
Don't make me pull a card out and show you how it was earned
I'm pastor [?] quite certain for churches and cheers
Newcomers beat by old-timers, clickin' in years
Jetsetters catching jets and Lears
Aggressive, pumpin' Melle Mel's message
It's weed for breakfast, go!
[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Like a spatula, I flip vernacular
Like I used to flip packs ridin' passenger
Check, the shit wasn't half as fun
Especially the days I ain't have no funds
It's the one and only
Youngin' with a tongue of a OG
A revolutionary that roll weed
And some believe I'm immortal and don't bleed
And so famous I won't squeeze
Check it, it's Rap [?] a rat race
And it's a fact
Even if you do get first place, you're still a rat
Peep the game, I've been pitchin' scraps, uh
I'm Stevie Wonder with his vision back
In a fitted cap
Your mindframe couldn't picture that
My syntax is like Cinemax
I'm just a nigga on a mission, Jack
Maneuver like the Men In Black
And I just hope that you remember Fash'
I'm takin' my time, perfectin' the rhyme
Stressin' every second intercepted by the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters, I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker, it's time
I get fly enough to paint my name in the sky
Fuck this game, get a little bit of chains and get by
Mindframe of a nigga out his brain doin' time
This is heroine, cocaine, deliver lines
So game, these niggas is so lame
With that Andre Agassi accuracy, got aim
You know, where I'd be at if it wasn't for this
Probably huggin' the Ave, with a gun on my hip
But what I became was a nigga out the game trying to get a little fame
Blow up, propane, take her out, that baby fat, put her in some [?]
Put my city on the map
Like no one who's ever came
And it's a damn shame
Keep a styrofoam cup full of champagne
G's up, you know my motherfuckin' campaign
Niggas wanna be me and bitches want my last name
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