AmAyy, Mustard on the beat, hoe Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw
AmMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, “Breathe, bro”
AmNail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What’s Amup with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
AmThe industry can hate me, fuck ’em all and they mama
How Ammany opps you really got? I mean, it’s too many options
I’m Amfinna pass on this body, I’m John Stockton
AmBeat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin’
AmSometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
AmCertified boogeyman, I’m the one that up the score with ’em
AmWalk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him
AmPole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
AmSay, Drake, I hear you like ’em young
AmYou better not ever go to cell block one
AmTo any bitch that talk to him and they in love
AmJust make sure you hide your lil’ sister from him
AmThey tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
AmAnd PARTY at the party, playin’ with his nose now
AmAnd Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
AmCertified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
AmWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck ’em up
AmWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I’ma do my stuff
AmWhy you trollin’ like a bitch? Ain’t you tired?
AmTryna strike a chord and it’s probably A-Minor
AmThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us
AmThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us
You Amthink the Bay gon’ let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
AmI think that Oakland show gon’ be your last stop, nigga
AmDid Cole fouI, I don’t know why you still pretendin’
AmWhat is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go
AmThe audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they’re not slow
Rabbit Amhole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain’t that Amsomethin’? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted
AmAin’t no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin’
AmSince 2009, I had this bitch jumpin’
AmYou niggas’ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
AmWhat OVO for? The “Other Vaginal Option”? Pussy
AmNigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
AmMight write this for the docket, tell the pop star, “Quit hidin'”
AmFuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I’m hands-on He fuck around, get polished
AmFucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that’s connivin’
AmThen get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin’
AmI’m glad DeRoz’ came home, y’all didn’t deserve him neither
AmFrom Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
AmAnd your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
AmThat name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
AmI lean on you niggas like another line of Wock’
AmYeah, it’s all eyes on me, and I’ma send it up to Pac, ayy
AmPut the wrong label on me, I’ma get ’em dropped, ayy
AmSweet Chin Music, and I won’t pass the aux, ayy
AmHow many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
AmOne, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
AmDevil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
AmFreaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy
AmRoll they ass up like a fresh pack of ‘za, ayy
AmCity is back up, it’s a must, we outside, ayy
AmThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us
AmThey not like us, they not like us, they not like us
AmOnce upon a time, all of us was in chains
AmHomie still doubled down callin’ us some slaves
AmAtlanta was the Mecca, buildin’ railroads and trains
AmBear with me for a second, let me put y’all on game
AmThe settlers was usin’ town folk to make ’em richer
AmFast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
AmYou run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
AmLet me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge
AmYou called Future when you didn’t see the club (ayy, what?)
AmLil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred
AmThug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?)
AmQuavo said you can be from Northside (what?)
Am2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
AmYou run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
AmNo, you not a colleague, you a fuckin’ colonizer
FThe family matter, and the Emtruth of the matter
AmIt was God’s plan to show y’all the liar
AmMm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a-
AmFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
AmHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
AmFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
AmHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
AmLet me hear you say, “OV-hoe” (OV-hoe) Say, “OV-hoe” (OV-hoe)
AmThen step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way
AmAre you my friend? Are we locked in?
AmThen step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way
