Yeah, throwing up a dub like ‘Pac in 96. Going up, was once a snub now I rock the fine kicks. MJ’s, them ways I slay and play my sport, on my court. On and off, the don they scoff, at, can’t they see that. I be at a level I revel in, you peddlin’. To catch up, I batch up some dope, bring ya metal in’. Either to crown or down, drown me with bullets. Or adore my recitals, the titles that I pull gets. Motha fucka’s crazy, hazy the fix I mix. My tricks in, I’m playing football, get to blitzin’. The root y’all in, let’s change sin to win. Strange how now online they fine to spin. Words, they nerds, I let off, nah I get off. My internet, I center at the outside. I don’t let clout ride, I ride that tide like a surfer. Wave god like Max B, them facts G, the nerve to. Go against, leave ya in grieve dispensed. Gave odd judgers the real deal, don’t nudge us. Not afraid to be me, gotta slayed EP. I just did, the day ya say I’m busted? That’ll be the day hell freeze over. The day that pure hip hop don’t please Hova. The day that my shit stop, huh, nada true. Call me you but richer in the picture, I’m proud of (prada) you.