Outro

[Verse 1]

I'm here to tell the world I'm from Ramona Park

Divin' in the deep water like I know the sharks

Climbin' in the king daughter, I deserve the crown

They weren't fuckin' with ya boy, but they heard me now

Me and white boy Mac came to take 'em back

Way back, back when people used to learn from rap

I'm here to show you motherfuckers what I learned from Pac Slimm

Couple rounds in the clip, down for burnin' that

Beats, I murder that, beef, I murder that

He heard the shooter yell "NNer" before he heard the MAC

And even if that nigga didn't, bet he know it's them

Black with a little bit of brown like a doberman

That 1-9-11 hold eleven, go and call the 9-11s

He just sent his soul to Heaven

Bitches say the shows is heaven, sittin' in the front row

Turned a couple Poly High games to the gun show

Turned a couple Wilson High gangs to the track meet

You be into rap beef 'cause you ain't never had beef

Joey, that's my brother, so I'm part of all of Fatts' beef

And you know my strap keep talkin', that's my black bitch

[Verse 2]

.223 make a fat nigga back flip

One 16 wipe you niggas off the map quick

Never had to show a lot of effort with the rap shit

Goin' for the kill 'cause I never really had shit

Same old stereotype, got the stereo hype

Hope when I die that I'm buried like Mike

Eyes on that prize, that ain't leavin' my sight

If you want that fire, then he leavin' tonight to show

Two claps when I see my yaNNcs

Two straps, been moved that across the interstate

Arizona homies call me Flagstaff Shortie

Chrome Kel-Tec 9 and a big black 40

We be shootin' up the parties like we got no sense

Ride around the city trippin', we ain't got no tints

Hood been my home, I ain't got no rent

We be chillin' on the pop like we livin' on the pop

Never slippin', I ain't tryin' to see the prison like my Pops

Never givin' you a pass if I consider you a opp

Don't consider you a threat if you ain't sendin' niggas shots

Got some killers with me down to put a nigga in the dirt

Light the candles on the curb, send a message to the cops

Snitch niggas in the feds sendin' letters to the cops

So I never trust a soul, when they ask, I'm never speakin'

My Beretta Scott King strong and black as she could be

Team tryin' to gain green like the old Max B

Old French Montana, macaroni with the cheese

Young Joe Montana throwin' bullets through your defense

They need Vince, you should put him on your team

If I die in these streets, then consider me a martyr

Enemy goes five-deep in the Charger

Down to shoot though 'cause I got that jumper

Been on that block, this my nineteenth summer

Momma playin' Stevie Wonder in the kitchen while she cookin'

Pigs knockin' at the door to take my dad to central bookin'

Readin' books up in my room 'cause she won't let me go and play

Scared her youngest son will run around and go pick up a K

[Verse 3]

Fuck that shit you represent, I'm here to get these presidents

Wouldn't be the only king to come up where the peasants live

Pray to God I never do the shit that both my parents did

History repeat itself, it's up to me to change it

Watch me burn the book of life and write the pages in my favor

On some King James shit

Call me Mr. On Some Rosewood Ving Rhames shit

Keep a pistol in the Gap fleece

We aim quick, leave a nigga on the backstreets

Same old shit, you heard "Stuck In My Ways"

No, the show don't stop, I could do it for days

If you disrespect my family, we all gon' fight

Swingin' like T Woods, tryin' to earn my stripes

Yeah, that uppercut'll fuck him up, so say goodnight