Lyrics
In Eugene, I stay connected like ducks feet
Mixtapes, all over the place, like a drunk leak
Pissed, haters diss, cuz theyre not qualified to compete
I can’t even feel em like alcoholics with one drink
They perpetrating, echoing me like reverberation
Their radio attempts are the reason that I’m surfing stations
I got dat juice, and these suckas got a thirst for hating
Emerald City Soldiers, call me OZ, cuz I be serving nations
Circulating, keep a net-work, like spider man
Staying in the streets under pressure like only a tire can
Married to this game, these rookies barely making bridal plans
They just tools, of the the devil, like idle hands
Lil Wayne, went into a seizure, when he heard my feature
Words, flowing together, tight enough to impress a cursive teacher
F*** the Game, I’m the real West Coast, urban leader
I’ma take his job and change his name to Mr. Working Visa
DEF davyne, bout ta blow up, betta gi’m some room
Cuz I been building up my arsenal, like Kim Jung Un
So fly, when I ride, like a witch does brooms
Ya’ll need to come out the closet, like a chick dat loves shoes
I got em looking, like titties, in a tight blouse
My mind it shines, my body is a lighthouse
Started from the bottom, climbing out is what I rhyme bout
Drake, couldn’t see me, even if he shaved his eyebrows
Call me Moby Dick, I got the biggest heart in all of this
Tryna see the underground on top like archeologists
All while keep my family balling like a Smart economist
We can spar with fists, but with a tongue I’m hard as Spartacus
Marvelous, like the Avengers, and to think I’m only half killer
2, sided libra but even my nice half could murk mac miller
Calling in sick to work but ya’ll just lazy tryna act iller
Moving weight up in the booth, Rick Ross, fat dealer
Rap realer, go ahead and shoot at me I’ll shoot back
We can go to war, in fact I’ll even lace your boot straps
Bet you’ll be gone before next month, like food stamps
Me I’m, bout ta blow, any day, like a used amp
Ya’ll tryna out run death, Oscar Pistorius
The more that come test DEF, longer da story gets
I’m leave you body folded like hollow contortionists
Ya’ll need to get a life, stop aborting kids
Turn up my music till ya eardrums and speaker pop
I got em going DEF, leave me or believe me not
Like a faulty Toyota in traffic, ya’ll won’t see me stop
Props to Rob Knox and Timbaland, cuz damn this beat is hot
Go head call the coroner, cuz we don’t even need the cops
Killing Timberlake’s beat before his album even drops
