Aye

Aye

Yeah, 1-2-1-2-1-2-1-2Yeah

Look, West, Uh

Blackin′ out like a street top

When the beat drop - won't quit til the beat stop

Terayle got the Juice now - Its Tupac on a detox

Independent my niggas playin′, we all winnin

Opposition, them niggas wishin', they all silly

Pour it up and we sippin' it til it′s all finished

Layin′ women in Lenin and fallin' all in it - guarantee they all wit it - uh

Comin′ from the land of the gang-bang

Where they slang thangs and the kids do the same thang

Find a Plain Jane, put her on a plane

Change her mothafuckin life, drop her off, play the same game

Who the realist in the game right now

With the fame right now and on stage right now, baby

Young boy in the building

I was tryna wait but they needed my appearance, you feel me

I'm true to this

Y′all niggas in the same boat

Everybody wanna slang dope

Guarantee any rapper that wanna Jump Around in the House of Pain

I can hang 'em from the same rope

On the track I′m Usain Bolt in a rain coat, with a tank top, and my eyes closed

Spittin fire like a flame-thrower

With the whole mother fuckin rap game strapped to my ankle

Niggas tryna hate though - whoa - shit

Independent, my niggas playin' we know

This is Joyner with a little bitta Cole - uh

Lil Tupac, with a little bitta of soul - uh

Lil K. Dot, with my own little spin witta a little bitta Rock N' a little bitta of Roll - uh

Little bit a little new with a lil bitta of old and Im coming for top

Gettin everything I′m owed witta flow of a God

I never spare the rod - I never show facade

I prolly cop a broad - and do a show abroad

And then I hear applause - they applaud, a nigga bona fide

I′m like Superfly mixed with Dolemite

Swallow beats and that's genocide

So don′t come against me - that's suicide

Kill My Vibe cause that′s homicide

My nigga when I do it big - like a couple mill - then you gon' feel

Like another nigga just got lucky

Heard it back, then you play it twice, then you set it as your ring tone

Shit just got ugly - uh

Stop playin′ with me

I been ballin' for years and I ain't claim easy

I came up from the dirt and I don′t stain easy

Put my foot on they neck and now they brain leakin′

Ain't no mothafuckin way I′m the same nigga

And I put it on Everybodies

I'm comin′ for everybody - I promise you I'm coming with a couple of hitters

A couple of jitters, a couple of moments, you don′t wanna miss it

So listen, I can play with the flow

I can speed it up - slow it down - spit it all around

One time for the home town nigga, Moval

Profound, it's prince of the tv screen and the freestyle nigga, whoa

Young Fresh Prince turned Hancock, blow ya chest out

If wanna fuck around with the Suicide Squad

Imma prolly turn Deadshot with the headshot, nigga - uh

Yeah, Gemini Man witta plan, Seven Pounds in my pen

If I put it in my hands

Imma leave a nigga Hitched where he stand - Westside

Throw the dubs up, West coast slang on a nigga

Bang on em, Ghostface, Wu-Tang on a nigga

Insane In The Membrane, Cypress Hill

All these these voices in my head how a psycho feels

The President of Everybodies, I can strike the deal

Federal Reserve how I cycle Mills

And I can win any minute, my Nigga gimme the pennant

The flow is Olympic - I'm swimmin′ like I′m Michael Phelps

I'm like fa real, it′s quite surreal, I write to kill

So bite the curb or bite the steel

Better never press me - never test me

Cause I can lyrically murder anybody who don't respect me

Showin′ love to my young niggas

Pull up and they run with us

They ain't never been afraid so they run with us

I′m hotter than a heat-wok nigga

Get a heat stroke when my heat drop, nigga Finna celebrate

Everybodies in effect - grab a sprite with a little bitta VSOP in it

And grab a backwood - better make it pack good - pull up to the Eastside nigga

Breakin' through the walls like a sheet rock nigga, -uh

I ride her wave like a beach rock

Prolly Reminiscing on ya broad while my Peacock in it

And you gon CLs when my Pete Rock nigga

Let that beat drop nigga

I got it out the mud, out the roots

Then I made it to the treetop nigga cause I branched out

Nigga never had the sauce, bitch I'm ranched out

Hotter than anybody you hearin′ bout

I′m the best out, nigga hands down

Motha fuck a hand out - nigga I'm the fuckin′ man now

And this The Intro - nigga y'all don′t even know what y'all in for, One Time

West

Yeah - 1-2-1-2-1-2-1-2