| Back in the booth, sluggin Ruths, till I’m long in the tooth |
| Like Sabre tooths, tigers incisors |
| We uncouth, that’s ridin loose, for the wily youths |
| So I’m bout ta deuce, vamanoose, getting caughts the noose |
| Flying coupes, like I ain’t roost, hen’s pussies chicken soup |
| Now I’m up, make her sing her cockle-doodle-doos |
| They call me king kong, king cock, pound ‘er like a bump stock |
| King kong on the box, made it drip drops |
| Hoes wanna let it flow, no stopcocks |
| Pulled out all the stops, so cops, don’t stop cops |
| Sittin' with the shotty, blast away all the small talk |
| Get that shit up outta here! Call it block shot |
| If you comin in the paint, I’m jumpin with ya, yeah I’ll take the charge |
| I got 5 fouls, tossed em up and blast em down |
| That’s a Larry Bird-shot, never miss from downtown |
| Load me up the rock my shots on to drain down |
| Oh, what’s for dinner, never misses winners, chickenshit contest enders |
| 5 fouls, ya out da game, nah my team still on the plane |
| ‘N they can all hang, fly high, on the hangtime |
| Punt this shit, like in Denver, airs lighter, hang tight |
| Now smile. Into the Armalite |
| It’s why you don’t keep your armor light |
| Always chest vest lest you die, chest vest-less |
| Rollin in they graves, still chest, they still restless |
| Ooh I’m that essence! |
| Runnin through the city in that incognito stealth-mobile |
| Not a time to be high ‘n pretty, I’m ridin low behind the wheel |
| Got the tint up, cuz the heats up, jigs up |
| Sawed off, cut ‘em down, to sawdust |
| Yeah we lawless, stand the tallest |
| Hide the diamonds best be flawless |
| Bein' honest, in a fight, leave em jawless |
| That’s jaws to the floor, in awe-ness |
| Hold me in high regard, regardless |
| Like MJ in the day, I’m guardless |
| ‘N that ain’t heartless |
| Pay homage to the greats, that’s god-ness |
| Never off, I’m tha on-est — Truth! |
| Lay low, don’t get caught in the spray zone |
| Mi pesos, bought me mech drones |
| Took a mellow tone, go to sleep, yeah it’s sad huh? |
| Saturday’s up, time to work, climb the ladder, get that chedda |
| Oh let’s go |
| Work week never weekends, so I never weaken |
| Guard the deep end, so I’m never sleepin |
| Lifeguard with a flamethrower, leave ‘em charrin |
| Top tier baller, with that Thunder, call me Harden |
| Back in the big seat, packin' the big heat |
| Call my shotty Blazer, cuz I fancy that it suits me |
| ‘N it can let ‘em fly, it’ll rain deer, that’s buckshot |
| Young buck, spread them does out, now don’t get caught |
| Just some plain folks in some plain clothes |
| Woulda known, these plain folks, they be criminals! |
| Oh there he goes, another dose, take 2 |
| If they made a movie, gonna run over |
| Gonna take a lifetime to paint this high crime |
| Need sequels-o-sequels to get it right |
| A sequence of frames to paint the light |
| Director of this plight, screen can’t capture how I wield this might |
| Closed curtains, let ‘em jokers sleep, eternal dark knight, now sleep tight |
| Gotham needs a savior (Needs a savior) |
| Who will save us all (Who will save us all?) |
| Sage |
| City heat, keep my city neat |
| Never took an L, ATL come hell |
| Always baby sitty, all the other lil cities |
| No more sitting, stand up, ain’t no shittin on my city |
| Oh let’s go! |
| This volcano’s Hotlanta, like a hulked up Bruce Banner |
| ‘N we hurlin magma chartas, people keep it right, Magna Cartas |
| Resurgens on the charter, Hot 100, Bennies plundered, oh we funded |
| Phoenix from the ashes, now we blastin |
| Shoulda never gave us action, now we passin |
| Everybody in the game, they wadin' in the slow lane |
| Like lame ducks, terms up, time ta' elect change |
| Let’s go! Put ‘em on flames yeah, I’m da range! |