Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (Step)And made it all come back like memory lapse (Yeah)I’m in that matte black ‘Lac, strap under the floor mat (Uh)A weather man it be, I predict the forecast (Yeah)Shower any beat with the dirtiest vocabThis was the seventies, I’d be a savage nomad (Step)Shirtless with a vest, stayin’ warm by burnin’ trashGive a toe tag to a broke-asswho sold fast for slow cash (Yeah)Who you think ya dealin’ with? My resume is killa, bitch (Style)Dealt with so much pain that I don’t even know what feelin’ isBlock of boarded houses, in between them lie the killin’ fields (Yeah)Been through so many raidswe treat that shit like it’s a fire drillMayday, mayday, sound the alarm (Woo)No ice on my neck but she love me for my charmMight sniff on the weekend and sip on some XO (Style)Back up in this bitch like I just fucked my ex-hoMy vocal take a green beret, kill the verseleave booth decay (Uh-huh)Service when I word it, sweet enoughto leave a tooth decay (Uh)Oreo charades, a game of « O » like in her dayHeard your music, feel sorry for anybody that playsOr sprays or even says that they like your shit (Style)Nigga, I’m far from a ho, but life’s a bitch (Uh-huh)And if any other nigga got a problem with meI’ll pull up on your playground at a quarter to three, motherfucker*Laughing*(Check) Who you think you’re dealin’ with?The flow Chinese arithmetic (Style)Trippin’ if they get real, nasty like black licorice (Uh-huh)Always on some different shit, your whole style is impotentI ignore a whore like an email from LinkedIn (Huh)I put you further in that hole that you sleepin’ in (Yeah)Mixin’ Ripple, listening to Minnie Riperton (Yeah)It’s quite simple, I’m mental, all over instrumentalsDetrimental to health, lyrics is quintessential (Style)Fuck around andâ ayy (Ayy) , make theâ make money (‘Ney)I’ll whip your head, they gotta wrap it up like you was hit (I’ll whip your head, boy)No compete contain you, doc attendin’ to youThey come down, they end up the way a fairy tale (Mm)Every day same shit, different porta-pottyFuck the game up, you niggas buzzin’ like a tykeBunch of Danny copies but they trash and sloppy (Slop)Mistake that for the real and you deserve a highway robbery*Laughing*