I see dead people
Ayy, Mustard
on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap n****,
he a free throw
Man down, call an
amberlamps, tell him,
"Breathe, bro"
Nail a n****?
to the cross, he walk
'around like Teezo
What's up with
these jabroni-ass
n***** tryna see
Compton?
The industry can
hate me, f**k 'em
all and they mama
How many opps you
really got? I mean, it's
too many options
I'm finna pass on
this body, I'm
John Stockton
Beat your *ss and
hide the Bible if
God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta
pop out and show
n*****
Certified boogeyman,
I'm the one that up
the score with 'em
Walk him down,
whole time, I know
he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort
s**t, bully Death
Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear
you like 'em young
You better not ever
go to cell block one
To any b**ch that
talk to him and
they in love
Just make sure you
hide your lil' sister
from him
They tell me Chubbs
the only one that get
your hand-me-downs
And Party at the
party playin' with
his nose now
And Baka got a
weird case, why is
he around?
Certified Lover Boy?
Certified p*********
Wop, wop, wop,
wop, wop, Dot,
f**k 'em up
Wop, wop, wop,
wop, wop, I'ma
do my stuff
Why you trollin'
like a b***h?
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
Bay gon' let you
disrespect Pac, n****?
I think that Oakland
show gon' be your
last stop, n****
Did Cole foul,
I don't know why
you still pretendin'
What is the owl?
Bird n***** and
burnt b*****s, go
The audience 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-Rad stands for b***h
and you Malibu
most wanted
Ain't no law, boy,
you ball boy, fetch
Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had
this b***h jumpin'
You n*****'ll get a
wedgie, be flipped
over your boxers
What OVO for?
The "Other
V*****l Option"?
N**** better
straighten they
posture, got famous
all up in Compton
Might write this for
the doctorate,
tell the pop star
quit hidin'
F**k a caption,
want action, no accident
And I'm hands-on,
he f**k around,
get polished
F****d on Wayne
girl while he was
in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face
tatted like a
b***h apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz'
came home, y'all didn't
deserve him neither
From Alondra
down to Central,
n**** better not
speak on Serena
And your homeboy
need subpoena, that
predator move in flocks
That name gotta
be registered and placed
on neighborhood watch
I lean on you n*****
like another
line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on
me, and I'ma send
it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label
on me, I'ma get
'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music
and I won't pass
the aux, ayy
How many stocks
do I really have
in stock? Ayy
One, two, three,
four, five, plus five, ayy
Devil is a lie,
he a 69 God, ayy
Freaky-*ss n*****
need to stay they
ass inside, ayy
Roll they ass up like
a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up,
it's a must, we
outside, ayy
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
Homie still doubled
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 settlers was usin'
townfolk to make
'em 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 n****
challenge
You called Future
when you didn't see
the club, Ayy, what
Lil Baby helped you
get your lingo up,
What?
21 gave you false
street cred
Thug made you feel
like you a slime in your
head, Ayy, what?
Quavo 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 f****n' colonizer
The family matter and
the truth of the matter
It was God's plan to
show y'all the liar
Mm
Mm-mm
He a fan,
he a fan, he a fan
He a fan,
he a fan, he a
Freaky-*ss
n****, he a 69 God
Freaky-*ss
n****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, run for your life
Freaky-*ss
n****, he a 69 God
Freaky-*ss
n****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey...
Let me hear
you say, "OV-ho"
Say, "OV-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