Daytona 500 (500 Bars)

[Intro: Otis Redding] It makes it, easier, easier to bear You won't regret it, no, no, no Some girls, they don't forget it Love is their only, happiness, yeah Squee-, squee-, squee- Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her [Verse] Yeah, Hov invented swag, I'll give him that But who invented slimed out them niggas in the fitted caps? Reppin Cincinnati, they ain't ever been there I'm working the track out, no Under Armour gym wear Fuck bad bitches, check my list, see Kim there Stacey Dash, I'll smash and pass And nut on they face like it's skincare Can't get rid of me, Game gon' be here like teachers with they tenure No pen here, straight off the dome I throw a shot, blocka, knock him straight off his throne That goes for every nigga, the nigga with the lockjaw And that heavy nigga, I ain't talking 'bout Ross He the mother fucking boss, I'm the CEO Niggas using they Skymiles just to see me flow I've got the Illmatic CD flow Fake diamonds, fake kabbalah beads, nigga CB4 I'm gettin' tired of these niggas, Feds puttin' wires on these niggas I got some Richard Pryors for these niggas Couple court cases, couple shell cases Trickling off the ground right next to where the Ace is I can't take this shit that I'm seeing in the industry I'd rather be everybody's enemy In the back of the strip club guzzling some Hennessy I really made it rain with Meech, I got memories Fuck with 'em here, blow out your memory Take the roof off of the Chevy, we ride Kennedy Like a bottle of Patron, one nigga can't finish me Whoop a nigga's ass, he'll tell the cops it was 10 of me Ice on my neck, I ain't ever had an injury I-I-Ice on my wrists, I ain't ever had an injury Meanwhile niggas see me with the Doctor Platinum plates on the Phantom nigga, welcome to the opera! Welcome to mi casa, shrimp scampi and lobster Big bowl of OG kush, watching Shottas Nigga take a hit of that It's California kush, five, you ain't gotta send it back Quarterback, nigga I got the center back Get Charlie Sheen on the phone, tell him to win it back The summer over nigga, tell them that the winter back Take that boy crown, bitch nigga, come get it back Snapback? Fuck that, authentic fitted cap Nigga talk shit, then it's off with his fitted cap O-O-Off with his fitted cap Let these niggas know that the boss of the city back I need a 7 5/8 Philly hat Rozay, where that nigga Meek Milly at? Where Beans? Where Chris? Where Gillie at? Can't stop Bloodin', I'm a fucking hemophiliac First nigga on the set with a red rag Then the industry took my whole swag Pound sign, dag And all of you niggas is fucking fags I dare you come play up on the boy curb Twenty niggas with me, can't one of them spell "hors d'oeuvres" Pearl handle, but I don't eat oysters Catch 'em in the hood, 24s on that Porsche Annulment, had to divorce her She ain't wanna get in the truck, I had to force her Heard she wasn't giving it up, you had to force her Buy homegirl some bottles to intercourse her Where they do that at? Where my Bloods at? Where my soo woo rag? Where my lil nigga from where they do voodoo at? Four albums, all number ones, go and Google that So I'm banned like the number ones How you tryna make it rain with 100 ones? Nigga, I'm married to the game, no cummerbund Everyday I'm in the Range with another gun I'll snipe ya... no Wesley I'm the king, motherfuck Elvis Presley I'm the king and I be smoking, dare a nigga come test me Put two 9s on your back, Wayne Gretzky Yo, I'm ahead, they can't catch me 5 to 10 and over, nigga, arrest me I'll be out tomorrow, my lawyer'll beat that Now nigga, go and tweet that I just did, nigga, retweet that And tell Floyd I've been workin' on the speed bag If he don't fight Pacquiao, then I'm up next Cut his eyes like Jimmy Iovine cut checks I'm a millionaire, nigga, fuck stress Put me on Basketball Wives, it'd be a fuckfest Shout out to Funk Flex, Shout out to DJ Clue? Shout out to DJ Skee, Shout out to DJ Pooh He gon' cry when he get in the car Like I cried blood tears when I was gettin' this star Like I told Vida Guerra she wasn't gettin' that far Got some head then I kicked that bitch up out of the car But look at the bright side, it was a SLR And you been kicked out of worse, don't act like I was the first Then came Amber, alert You ain't 'posed to talk about a nigga wife but she squirt Like a soda can, I can murder this beat if Yeezy and Hova can So here we go again Pounds of the kush and a couple of my oldest friends Last week, I was in my Uncle Otis' Benz Back it up into the throne, it's totaled then Only had it for a week, it ain't broken in I'll probably never be king, it's kinda soakin' in Heard I'd never go big from Napoleon He had a complex, all I got is concepts Classics, legendary, straight up out the projects San Diego Aztec, number one prospect Aston Martin, that's a foreign object Phantoms, 'Raris, wasn't 25 yet Lambos, Mazzis, wasn't sayin' "Five" yet Seventeen million, my son wasn't 5 yet Disrespect the whole rap game and ain't die yet Hov, let's make a side bet I'm a J. Cole fan, can a nigga drop next? Damn, I mean he got a good thing (Ooh!) Yeah, call Pay Per View: can me and 50 box yet? Dr. Dre, can I hear Detox yet? Yeah, I got some singles on that bitch Where that ho Maliah at? Got some singles for that bitch Turn on the radio, got some singles on that bitch Pot of Gold, Me and Chris Kringle on that bitch Goin' HAM in the club, you should see me in this bitch Spades bottle tall as Bobby Valentino in this bitch How it turn into Casino in this bitch? Tell 'em it's Gee Money, I'm with Nino in this bitch On my toes like a ballerina in this bitch No Prodigy at Summer Jam screamin' in this bitch Child prodigy, Bobby Fischer leanin' in this bitch Alpo ass niggas ain't wanna see me gettin' rich Too late for that though, I got cash flow Young Fidel Castro, actin' like a asshole And I don't know better I ain't know if this a Louis Vuitton or Polo sweater To me, the YSL logo better Watch a knock-off cause these hoes know better I made The Documentary, I'll be rich forever Like my nickname Dick, I'll be rich forever Pause, now applaud And let these real Hip-Hop fans count my bars Let these real Hip-Hop haters count my cars Back to Swishers, fuck a Cuban cigar Unless it's handed to me by a Cuban All these haters on my Dirk so I might as well smoke it with Mark Cuban Old nigga, New York knees, Ewing Kyrie Irving, give a fuck about a two-inch Got these bitches giving me brains, so stupid Finally got the Otis instrumental, had to loop it New school rapper shot by Cupid, stupid Everybody sayin' they sick, I got lupus And I'm still on the block like the New Kids I got a few kids, I got a few cribs I got a new kid so I bought a new crib 2.5 stupid, not a new crib 50 helped a nigga out, but the truth is All of this shit from one freestyle on Whoo Kid If I ain't the king, then nigga tell me who is If I ain't won the west the last 9 years, who did? I'll wait, while I'm starin' at my Hublot In my Blackberry looking for bitches that do blow Used to push weight, like a sumo Give it to my bitch, let her stuff it in the culo Take it to the visitor room, give it to Bruno He nickel bag and slide it in the new box of Uno But that's too much inf, for the you know Where I'm from a rat'll never give orders to Bluto I heard your lil' album, kudos They say the shit a classic, nigga, I got a few of those A few hoes, new clothes like I'm Jason Derulo So nigga step to the side like a Euro And a nigga get too close Louisville slugger to the dome, Pujols Niggas don't like Game, they a bunch of putos I'm sippin' mojitos with Ms. Puerto Rico Drew League floor seats, Durant shootin' free throws Back to the spot, left eye in the peep hole A1 Perico, stay up out my stash I'm just a middleman, niggas fuckin' up my cash Police pulled me over, now they fuckin' with my dash 2 blocks to go, toss that shit up in the trash 2 Glocks'll blow, put a bullet in your ass Like Plaxico, got you jettin' up the Ave I swear to God man, these niggas make me laugh 'Posed to be my future, you ain't fuckin' with my past I shoot first, ask questions last Kobe mindstate, why the fuck would I pass? Boost crime rate, then make Twitter crash All in one day with my controversial ass My grandmama SMH, my mama like, "Damn" The hoes LOLing and my niggas goin' HAM Run your lips like Gina, shit get thick like Pam This a blood sport, Jean Claude Van Damme 180 bars, man damn Love Farrakhan but I'm 'bout to go HAM You hear what I just said? Nigga damn I love the beef but I'm 'bout to go HAM Yeah, hard as a motherfucker Open my garage, see cars like a motherfucker Walk up in the club, see broads like a motherfucker Bitches pulling titties out of bras like a motherfucker Ace of Spades, black card like a motherfucker You niggas broke, RushCard like a motherfucker Outside the club, plush cars like a motherfucker And we ain't rent shit, these ours like a motherfucker But fuck with my niggas, see stars like a motherfucker Snoop, Busta and Nas, they my motherfuckers 2V2's and AR like a motherfucker Kid Red, Wackstar like a motherfucker Slept on it but this Otis beat hard as a motherfucker Drums weak as fuck, need Mars like a motherfucker Give the drummer some Bitch get on your knees and give a plumber some I'm leakin', sound like Just Blaze in this bitch It's Black Wall kiss my black balls, the K's in this bitch N dot W dot A in this bitch Game ball hard, need a agent and shit Any one of you niggas getting blazed in this bitch And we could fight to the death, put a cage in this bitch 200 for the Yacht, where the spades in this bitch? Got them white bitches plankin' like slaves on a ship Import, export Feds on the landing strip, meet me at the next port And abort the operation if I text y'all Never mind that, my connect be the escort Let's rewind that, back to my mama Escort Keys overseas way before I had a passport Kis in the trunk, '95 Honda Passport I got whatever you need, ain't gotta ask for it It's a Dillinger in the V stuffed in the dashboard Nigga been fucking with rock, no Damon Dash boy And it's a damn shame what happened to Dame He ain't even get to keep his Roc-A-Fella chain Or the Rocawear chain or the Armadale liquor You was already down, nigga ain't have to kick ya With ya own Pro Keds, in ya forehead Nigga treat his own friends like the dope heads Guess he Scarface and you Frank Lopez This here holy water, put that on the Pope head Something like a priest nigga, nothing like a pastor When that R.E.D. drop, just prepare for the rapture Lock me out of Canada, balling like the Raptors Shit don't even matter, name floating in the rafters Got the .44 on me, call me Tom Raptor Roll it up in the Phantom and blow it up out the Aston All they see is R.E.D. I'm holding up all this traffic They tellin' me I'm sick but I'm sittin' fat like Magic Bars, tragic, niggas know I'm a savage Won't appreciate it til years after I perish Be a old nigga ballin', yeah, Robert Parish With a white bitch, cornrows, looking like Bo Derek Got my white bitch in the hood, I call her Kreayshawn She better stay between the lines like a crayon Cause the block is something I spend all day on Posted up with something long as the nigga Tayshaun And I'm off probation So I'm back in the kitchen, Raekwon This is just a intermission, stay calm 262 bars, Napalm Thats 238 to go This for my unsigned niggas just waiting to blow I know it's niggas 'round your hood just hatin' ya flow Baby mama in ya pockets steady taking your dough It's gon' be boos in the crowd, niggas hating your show Couple niggas hidin' that love, they just hatin' to show But what don't kill you, only make you stronger Twenty-minute sets, stay on ten minutes longer I was just like you, still got the hunger Couldn't see in the dark, feelin' like Stevie Wonder Waitin' on my turn when Dre pulled my number I was Spongebob for the next three summers Then I did numbers, mama I made it Took the Unit under, still got haters Die-hard fans from Compton to Decatur Ten million sold, still carry the lasers Said I still carry the lasers Lupe, what up? Still got D, G Wall for the blazers Still pack Heat don't make a nigga D-Wade ya Don't make me get on my phone and call my pager Translation: them my shooters, Pacers Niggas say they really got heart, but them is pacers New West niggas is spitters, razors Tyler the Creator, K-Dot, Jay Rock Glasses, Crooked, your boy got the Bay locked But me and Tyga got the hoes, Baywatch Meaning we put on a show, while they watch Watch us hustle like Nipsey Thirty bottles of Spades, nigga we ain't even tipsy So with that rap shit, miss me All these niggas pussy, won't nobody diss me Nigga I don't blame ya, better do ya history Every nigga that tried died, a motherfuckin' mystery Fuckin' with the misfit You got a company, I'll kill that motherfucker See what I did to Fifth shit That's why I'm always popping big shit I love New York, that's why I'm always bumping B.I.G.'s shit Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was the four-four Niggas jumping out the window on the fourth floor But the bitch was scared to jump so I put her on all fours Four albums, four plaques, Phantom, four doors I'm the only five, you niggas is all fours That ain't a classic album, nigga you off course You need to call Blaze, Swizz Beatz or Scott Storch Bon'jour wake up in Paris Sippin on Conjure mix it with cranberry Baby what kinds yours? We up on the top floor Niggas on the bottom man, we can see a lot more Baby I'm a problem If I see a spade and he sippin' on Spades, I'ma call him Word to my son Harlem The boy used to ski in coke, I'm talking slaloms Courtside next to Snoop, sitting with starlets I got a thing for red bones and Louis wallets See the watch making them drool 'cause its retarded See the cops pointing at dude 'cause he a target The world is a shooting range, so I'm aiming at the Shy And I'mma hit that mother fucker in the newest Range Hit the Southside, doing two and change Watching Otis so I pulled over and blew the brains Man its cold out this motherfucker, Gucci Mane Brr, chinchilla fur Ain't have to move to Texas but I'm in that flying spur Don't work with Petco but I could flip the bird Who got snaps on the petro? Word I'm trying not to hit my 6's on the curb Nothing like Sonny but I'm driving in reverse In love with the money, I shall never deter Probably with the honeys on 54th and 1st My pimp hand strong from Cali to Dirty Jers Church, tabernacle Look at ya bird, she laughing at you Shit is absurd, what happen after Niggas walk out the club, them goons start clappin' at you Sometime short days can turn into long nights Steve Urkel niggas trying to life Capone life You seen Menace, don't get caught up at the wrong light We shooting K's and handguns got a long flight Yeah, got the lights on Backyard looking like Vegas when the fights on Hood morning, hood evening Hood afternoon for no reason Buck 50 to the face now you bleeding Think he Leonidas, 300 while he cheesing Hop in that 300, tell my niggas we leaving Tell that nigga laying the ground we even No need for oxygen masks, he ain't breathing Did it with the lights on, Compton raised a heathen Ain't no fucking witnesses but everybody seen it They know what the business is, I'm ripping up subpoenas Got no love for bitches, all I'm giving them is penis Gotta watch these bitches, they'll take you to the cleaners They'll starch that ass, they'll press ya Tryna be Kobe wife, bitch you ain't Vanessa Bitch you ain't Monica so what's with all the pressure? I'm rolling my chronic up, bling on the dresser Out in Santa Monica banging her on the dresser I don't do the cuffs but she wan't me to arrest her Take another pump then switch direction Walk around dolo, I don't need protection 'Less I'm with a groupie, now I need protection Four condoms, came for the thing, I'm on that next shit Two word minimum, I ain't trying to text shit Two drinks at Mr. Chow's, now we on some sex shit Can't get through the door with this whore, she trying to success She trying to succeed, she trying to blow me No strings attached she like a Wii But when the houselights come on she like a 3 Put her face in a bag, from behind she like Free And I ain't have to buy the bitch a bag it was free But that's just for me Give it to her like "Unnhhh", Master P Ain't no limit, I go hard as motherfucker Me and Pacquiao seeing stars like a motherfucker 384 bars like a motherfucker All out of breath, I should pause like a motherfucker Nah, I gotta go hard as a motherfucker Drop top Gotti, foreign cars as a motherfucker Started off small, living large as a motherfucker In my rearview, I came far as a motherfucker Rip the head off Medusa and all the bloodsuckers Peace to Baby and Slim, them my Blood brothers Shout out to Waka and Jones, them my blood brothers Shout out to Styles and Kiss, them my other brothers Shout out to Tune and Ross, them my other other brothers Sitting here watching the throne, bored as a motherfucker Oh man, shit, 100 bars left, let's go Time to break the beat down for these clowns Tell my Uncle Otis he can R.I.P now Go to sleep now, my flow senile And I ain't tryna get locked up in the penal System, I can't feel my face I'm tryna feel the bass but I got all this Ace in my system Run circles around you rap niggas Like I'm doing drills for the Pistons Sleep comfy but I can still hear the whispers Draw steel, 'cause niggas still don't get the picture Gotta paint it red just so they can see it If you can't understand colors, nigga Ice-T it Now bring the bass back, turn up the sneer Tell the bitches with lace fronts start fixing they hair And Mars, give a nigga a drumroll right here And right there, yeah Back, back, back up on that rap shit Keep that Louie knapsack and that backpack shit GTFOH with that snapback shit Fucking three bitches a night, call it a hat trick Los Angeles, Kings Meaning its more than one, me and Snoop be doing our thing And I kinda did away with the bling Use to walk around every fucking day with the bling Yeah, in and out the fucking safe with the bling Niggas come around, they ain't safe with the bling My shine is mine, catch a case for the bling Out comes the .9 out the waist for the bling Put this motherfucker in your face for the bling Burn your tongue, now you ain't got a taste for the bling 80 bars left, whole club sold out And I'ma get this flow out 'til there ain't no fucking car left Uh, 'til there ain't a Cuban cigar left See my nigga Dre in here, yeah he on the far left Long way from car theft, 'round the corner from homicide If you seen the shit that I seen, you probably be traumatized Remember when my brother died, that's what made my mama cry Spent four years alone then my grandmama died Damn, I ain't never been the same Pay homage to the woman that gave the world to Game So the drama, it will never die, that's on my mama five Fuck with my kids or my wifey, that's when the llama fly Can't afford to lose them If I had to pick between hip hop or my family Motherfucker, I'd choose them As far as rap niggas, I break legs and bruise limbs Stomp a nigga face in in some huge Timbs Niggas don't invite me to shit, I had to move in Annihilated Bleek, had to tie a couple loose ends Couple crashed cars, had to lose a few friends Wifey want an Escalade, I just copped a new Benz Fuck stock, hood niggas ride new rims Dubs too small, fuck it, going 22 then 22 shrinking, now we on 24s Won't be long til 6's sittin' on that Porsche Niggas chopping Maybachs, clever, raw But I'ma chop a Chevy, Mad Max the '64 Bitches love it, niggas like that Hip Hop was high school punch, I had to spike that Tell 'Bron and Wade the nigga Mike back If Uncle Otis rubbed you wrong, go get a ice pack Undisputed beef king, who the fuck could fight that? You wanna hit the surplus store, then bring a knife back Niggas goin' gold, "Shit, them is nice plaques" Finally, get your ass in the ring, won't fucking fight back Everybody wants you to swing, go ahead and strike back Me, I'm spitting nothing but flames, I'm like a strike match Empire Strikes Back, Jedi Mind Tricks This is how the stars war, why you acting hard for? Me, I'm hardcore, middle of Darfur You don't wanna see what the fuck is inside the car door I got something big under the T-shirt On the front, it say Tha Carter IV, I'm 'bout to order more Nigga, they ain't told you? It's like the Gulf War Put a hole in one of you niggas, no par 4 'Rari on the green Got a V12 Ferrari on the green I be twisting Bob Marley on the green I took 100 thou' just to add another Mazerati to the team Shoulda saw me as a teen, facin' the magazine Any drama, I'm loading up a case of the magazines Not the Source or the XXL, know what I mean? Rolling Stone ain't getting my Vibe so I remain King At least til T.I. home As far as the East, ain't no King, nigga B.I. gone Far as bars, that four, ocho cinco So the next line is for Ocho Cinco Easy on the Clicqot, homie don't drink so I'ma guzzle the bottle and find me a fucking sink, yo Where Otis? Somewhere playing Bingo Star on my face, I'm a star like Ringo Ten bars left, Su-Woo is the lingo All red everything, no Visine though Just left Boston, no Benzino Hit something outta New York, Bambino And I coach my team like Pitino, he know We hit King of Diamonds, everybody throwing C-notes On my way to Sin City, pit stopped in Reno Feeling like Carlito before they casted Pacino Matter fact, fuck him, De Niro in Casino 500th bar, fuck you; Cee-Lo