Tip the Scale

[Intro: DJ Skee] (DJ Skee) That's right, this is The Layover mixtape DJ Skee, Evidence, y'all muthafuckas know what it is History in the making I told y'all muthafuckas, I'm only dropping classics Ev, what you got to say? [Verse 1: Evidence] Yeah, never drawn on what I earn No tone ain't been done that I can't learn Patterns, eh, really ain't concerned Feel the person who's speaking with words Sometimes speaking in third You mighta heard your favorite, plus to minus, maybe it's her Maybe it's him, maybe it's them, try to never say never rappin' Except, nah, I never let it happen That's like Blink without Travis Jim Jones with no ad-libs, I think I mighta had it I might tip the scale So jaded, not afraid to fail No such thing as days you age well What do you believe in: heaven or hell? It's still dogs retrievin' the mail A runaway train derailed [Chorus: The Game sample] And I run L.A., you can thank me I kept hip-hop alive, you can thank me Back, back to L.A. and I'm the muthafuckin' king Westside, the crack music, I trap music Back, back to L.A., and I'm the muthafuckin' king Back, back to L.A., now what the fuck a nigga gotta say? I made crack, crack music, I trap music I said it, now who gon' dead it? [Verse 2: Evidence] My cell phone stays on roam I mean Rome, Italy, literally, that's my home Maybe further south, where it's word of mouth Never heard of a drought, I smoke 'til my purchase gone Put my Oakleys on then took 'em off I like the world better seeing it raw I'm on a world tour, award tour, got framed a whore for Check the YouTube and store for it More in store, less on deck That's forward toward the left I put on for my city, no voice or Beck's No choice, postdate the check, I'll be hopin' the best Money still comes and goes It's funny, with it, your day's sunny, with none, one never knows Do one, and who gonna be next? Who win the lottery and who meet death? [Chorus: The Game sample] And I run L.A., you can thank me I kept hip-hop alive, you can thank me Back, back to L.A. now I'm the muthafuckin' king Westside, the crack music, I trap music Back, back to L.A., now I'm the muthafuckin' king Back, back to L.A., now what the fuck a nigga gotta say? I made crack, crack music, I trap music I said it, now who gon' dead it?