Yeah
Kahlee, Quasar
Fresh Mother Fuckin State, Let's go
Yeah
Too many sheep in wolves clothing
Too many wanna be gs with hooves bold and
Thinking they OG, but really just no gs
I'll choke em out like i'm Eddie Bravo, no gi
Ninja stars, shinobi, poke out in OB
No bags, trippin, dark bags cause it's no sleep
They nose deep in gossip, my bars freakin awesome
Whoa like Black Rob, while they Joey Lawrence, Blossem
Corny in the grand scheme, they can't seem comprende
Wack emcees who lip sync never seen at Hip-Hop Wednesday
Your friends say i'm hatin, your smiles and handshakes ain't relatin
Perception and reality's conflatin
There's no time to waste lose or spend on a hoe
And some dudes i deal with, worse than any bitch you know
Stay connected like an O, impeccable flow, business on the low
City councilman as far you know
I got a bubble with a light bulb that might solve the crying
You narcissists lying? have a corona and lime, that's your time
Should've spent that 15 on yourself
Instead of complaining 'bout the trophies i got on my shelf
See i ain't been in the lab, i been working on my jab
My lower back and my abs, and hittin' the heavy bag
You still waiting on your SAG, sideline and mad to see a man shining
You can have that and more if you was grinding
This a mother fuckin game bro
Fuckin with Kahlee's like leather face with a chain saw
You better have them track shoes, pr ready to spin, ballerina
I'm a show you how to do it, like a g from Gardena
Now a San Diego native in the great five eight
I'm that needle on the record, let that groove vibrate
It's Quasar on the SP, i'm quicksand you're neck deep
Correctly reflecting my crew Fresh State
Let's go
Yeah
Fresh Mother Fuckin State
Kahlee
Ralph Quasar
These mother fuckas had it wrong
These mother fuckas had it wrong, they had it wrong
But I'm a show what's right
What's up yall
Ayo yall tryna hit this mic
You sure you ain't tryna hit this mic
Aye
Peace to the Kahleagues