How gon' do this shit?
(One two three)
Yeah
Picture me rolling like Pac
Nah picture me rolling all this weed that I got
(Niggas thought we wouldn't leave the block nigga)
Woo
Yeah
Yeah
Picture me rolling like Pac
Nah picture me rolling all this weed that I got
Nothing less than a lot
There's nothing on the stove when I say I'm burning the pot
The ball was in my brother's court, he mede sure to pass me the rock
Feeling like Kobe at the Rucker Park with the orange top
Tomahawk dunking the shot
Trying to prove that I'm villain, you not
Does not fill my pockets with nuts
I already got it on lock
You should be earning your spot
Michael just sent me this chop
I'm bout to set it on fire
Add a lil mint pepper sauce
Kicking raps, throwing punches like a Bellator sport, ah
You can not critic the form
Your favourite rapper need to put his best foot forward
Better yet, tell your favourite rapper
I can write his best verse for him
You can not afford the wage war you still in the training course
I was a major tool in creating the wave they on
They study the way i move maybe I should create a course, of course
Am on track on every track, them niggas are off course I quote
My brands are an extension of me
Who would thought the king would be a kid from Danville extension 3
Poppa was a rolling stone
Now his young nigga out here rolling cones
The Godfather call me Carleon
I'm on the rise so they call me Don
Smoking flowers got me in the zone
Get on the planet that am living on through the songs
The boy made the call now you know what's going on
I've been rapping since the war started happening in Lebanon
Michael chopp this so I had to get my shit off
I smoke this shit and get lost music like a wizard
These niggas feel my blizzard
No rolling with the Rizzla
We are not beginners
They better get the picture
They captain I'm the skipper