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