Nothin' on that beat, nope

Ayy, musta on the beat, ho, depo

Any rap n***a, he a free throw

Man down, call out Amber Lambs, tell him breathe, bro

Nella n***a to the cross, he walk around like T-Zo

What's up with these jabroni-ass n****s tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck a Marlindy, mama

How many options you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n****s

Certified boogie man, I'm the one that up the score with him

Walk him down whole time, I know he got some ho in him

Pole on him, ex-dutch shit, bully the floor on him

Say, Drake, I hear you like I'm young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubb's the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And party after party, playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified lover boy, certified pedophiles

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, that, fuck him up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch, ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord, and it's probably A minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

You think the pay gon' let you disrespect Pop, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

They cold foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go

The hearty end's not dumb, shape the stories how you want

Hey, Drake, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'?

B-Rest, that's for bitchin'

You Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law boy, you ball boy

Fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie

Be flipped over your boxes

Or over your four

The other vaginal option

Pussy, nigga, better straighten they posture

Got famous all up in contact

Might write this with a doctorate

Tell the pop star, quit hidin'

Fuck a caption, won't action

No accident, I'm a hands-on

Need fuck around, get polished

Fucked on Wayne Grove like he was in jail

That's conniving

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad D. Rose came home

Y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Elanja down to Central

Nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena

That predator movin' flocks

That name gotta be registered

And placed on Neighborhood Watch

I lean on you niggas like a nether line to walk

Yeah, it's all eyes on me

And I'ma send it up the park

Put the Roll label on me

I'ma get them dropped

Sweet chin music and I won't pass the Ox

How many stocks do I really have in stock?

One, two, three, four, five, plus five

Devil is alive, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay their ass inside

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of Zon

City is back up, it's a must we outside

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homies still double down, callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The Saddlers was usin' town folk to make them richer

Fast forward 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you

This the real nigga challenge

You call it future when you didn't see the club

Like, what?

Lil' baby help you get your lingo up

What?

21, get your 4th street cred

Thug make you feel like you a slime in your head

Like, what?

Graybo said you can be from Northside

What?

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

The family matter and the truth of the matter

Here's what God's plan to show y'all the liar

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan

He a fan, he a fan, he a

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69

God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69

God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69

God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69

God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Lemme hear you say, oh, vee-ho

Say, oh, vee-ho

Then step this way

Step that way

Then step this way

Step that way

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way

Step that way

Then step this way

Step that way