[Verse 1: XiØN]
No other niggas compare
Hands in the damn air
This our damn year
Yeah, we drop these hits.. got rights to brag here
Last year? We flipped them other niggas out the damn chair
And got they girls stressing.. bitches pulling out they damn hair
Hawks on deck.. keep all the fucking birds out the damn air
My flow will rip apart all these beats and leave a gash there
Use cash here? Trash there
We bout to smash and dash here
Fuck the game and glitch it up
When will you niggas get еnough
Ya'll virgins so why give a fuck
Protected magnums ain't еnough
Extra loads.. pause.. ya'll faggot niggas outta luck
Tell the chumps the overdose is over.. leave em in a shock
Have the addicts feeling sober after every mixtape drop
I'm on one nigga
You couldn't make a hit.. you just lost one nigga
Stack figures.. My trigger just aim for the high roads
Go and tell the haters and our enemies.. Die slow
[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
For worrying where mines is at
I got a nine in black
Got an itchy trigger finger for pussies.. monostat
I'm like magic with automatics behind the back
Pillowcase niggas for snooping around what line is that?
They quoting my lyrics.. Fred, which line was that?
Remember getting bread on the strip? That's where the grind
Was at
The media in my session.. right where I'm rhyming at
Then after two hours the bitch asks me if I'm fine with that
Heh... I guess it comes with the territory
Like girls in my ear.. saying which bitch is better for me
Fred is Glory
Sorry to change the subject.. always thought the Spurs and Rockets were better cuz Horry
2006 was spitting with Corey
Last year at SOB's was rocking with NORE
I show gratitude to those that did it before me
I'm on the radio so much it's hard to ignore me
I tell it to a hater.. If i slip I patch it up.. helmet on the raiders
Shorty asked what I want her to cook.. just do it later
Matter fact.. just relax yourself I'll get it catered
Realtor asked me for future reference.. you want it gated?
I called Tony from talents told him I want them gators
Phoenix shoe.. fit like some air maxes
I do the ballets the sole feel like an air mattress
The fact is my raps is much different
You would understand me more if you just listen
From a star.. you can't compare me
This flow will make them march.. more for Airy
[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
I don't really give a fuck and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only gettin' older, somebody should've told you
[Chorus: Drake]
I'm on one, yeah
Fuck it, I'm on one, yeah
I said, "I'm on one"
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pendin' on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said, "Fuck it, I'm on one"
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
I'm burning ether flowers
Fumes burning my nose
Half a key of powder
As it burn on the stove
And i'm chiefing sour
Ashes burning my clothes
Increase the power.. friends turn into foes
Street towers.. burners explode
See the dollars.. bitches turn into hoes
Scream hollers.. they be burning my soul
I can't see the problems when them curtains is closed
6'3".. Partition.. big heat.. Jabbar drippin'
You ever been to customs with your name dirty
Told them you had 10 but you didn't claim 30?
Talkin' bout a real thing
We're talkin' bout the real thing
Cause where I'm from you know they kill kings
Yeah they hit up Murder but he told me he ain't feel a thing
[Outro: Sen City]
I don't care what these niggas doing
What they gotta say
I'ma serve em in the city
Hit parties in the A
Keep the money, cook-up, and guns from where a nigga lay
I'ma kiss and bend over
Then I tell her that it's over
I'm all done
You cuffin' the wrong one
They say they want one
Got key in the front one
