My life is crackin jokes & pokin...
drinkin & smokin....
thinkin & flowin...
gotta survive steadily bringin the dough in...
the door was slowly closin...
but i kicked it back open...
aggressive on the mic like a Pops thas controllin...
patrollin the block...
holdin a stolen glock...
fuck ice I dont need glowin rocks...
to show that I'm on top...
you catz jus stop & watch...
and stand still like the hands when ya stop ya watch...
while you still hop the scotch...
I sip scotch on rocks...
undercover deals wit cops & swat...
nigga, I'm to hot to flop...
got the top locked....
with a unique stlye that i didnt adopt...
tryin to get paid like people who invest in successful stocks...
cant satisfy ya women thas y she collects plastic cocks....
I had to drop….
Most yall catz jus jab a lot…..
I throw upperuts and hooks that wil have ya knocked….
Out….
Cold….
KO…
San diego…
City of the yao….
Where ya have no problem finding an imitation J-lo…..
Beats and switches hubber the streets…
At the beach meet some bitches get under the sheets…
V12 listen to thunder I bring…
All know all yall wonderin….
How- come- he- doesn’t- hav- a- deal- yet…
Maybe its cause im from the west…..
Maybe its cause the game only supports vets…
And forgets about the rest…
But im a still climb the charts like steps….
Livin nocturnal wont rest….
Till Im proclaimed the best..
And the goal is to rap wit big tig as basement guess…
Every artist facin death…
Enter the game wit the mask jason left…