Lyrics
Say, what it is right now
The Pit on the track, showing skills right now
11 Field, gravy and grill right now
We getting the whole dollas, they feel right now
It's real right now, I chill right now
Post up in Cali, in the hills right now
This is for my uncles, in the fields right now
Swanging the agony, in tears right now
It's bills right now, the first of the month
I got...right now, the poppers come
R.I.P. to pop, and I pop the trunk
You gon see me pop, if I cop the pump
Pump it in and can't rap, got the pump
Cause the hard top 6-4, got the jump
Falls gator on six 12's, got the thump
Got gators in my closet, like I copped the swamp
I got the stunt, I'm a mother stunner
I might rock the gators, might rock the iguana
Shark tank in the wall, next to the purrana
Anaconda overweight, cause I feed him lasagna
But remember how I done it, cause I bring the pain
Stain in the brain, unlock, aim and rain
I can't complain,
I control the budget
Promotion and market it, control the public
...Ain't broke, cause I roll a bucket
How you gon stick to the script, you ain't chose a subject
Burn proof, c.d.'s for them...who done it
M.O.B. style, you suppose to love it
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Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin
I'm to the point of nine bars and, keep it throbbing
If you swing I'm bobbing, even if I'm dobbed out and mobbing
The only dope corner, in my Jordans
Niggaz is stars and, they need to get they game sharpened
Out there robbing, bound to get they days darkened
I keep my 4-4 barking, for them lames larking
And them bustas plotting on me, in the valet parking
Steady sparking, pounds of killa
Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala
I load eighteen wheelers, full of yale
Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail
Only time will tell, the FED's on my trail
Plus you know, that a young nigga built to scale
A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator
Biting mics, I'm a rap game gladiator
