Remember the Titans

These niggas losing their minds You find that there's no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in It's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the audience You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team Like you could fuck with me Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic My ride is matte black My pride is that jack It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce Break em off and leave it You seen my fucked up tooth It's fucka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them Reporting live from the beacon Booth tired from the beatin' Had foreplay all day Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin' til their eyes totaled Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to Magic, standby local's Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me E-pills and maybach's ain't gon matter if your tip is tiny Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef Seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips, Couple vampire's and true bloods Gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes The modern day gambino I'm careful every step I take You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray That'd be the last mistake you ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags Make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag Withstand the hatred Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it But everybody's run stops ask Brandon Jacobs What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties Abort the strategy Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back Now that's assault and battery You can keep the bitching to yourself There's beams on every burner These lasers, a petition wouldn't help! What good is having shooters if they the type that miss? Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip Niggas put they life at risk for pies that flip In my town Ben Affleck wouldn't try that shit And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown Acid out the baggie This is more than dope Flawless flow Fucking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes Strappin' up the corner cold, critical Unquestioned, my opponents know I shoot like Capone, watch me own the show Chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes I deserve 'em both, overdose Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger Yeah, I see ya Now make way fore it turn to diarrhea Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat I got a drop damp here, niggas try me barely No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary Got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together Bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds On point, just like the drum is I'm warning them baby mothers Got the hunger of a broke rapper Kill you while I'm rollin' up then smoke after Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya! This is for the fronters and the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime Ill as you seen, switch Y'all write all that hard shit then you fall right off, it's horrible My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow You won't be here tomorrow flow Sorry, I will probably adios my body with somebody toast This shit just practice Sickest rapping Baptist Kill your pastor, steal your Chapstick After that make you kiss a cactus Then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty! I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body! Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less The drunk me can box like the sober you The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth We beef like being deep and dumping K's You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays My feng shui is a pump in the desert You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert While my wolf pack looks for strippers and cocaine Niggas snitching, it's a shame We call em male tattlers Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank Put a banana in your tailpipe Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver