who's bringing the flavor to your ear
which one of you ladies gon make it disappear
who got the ganja? know me
you niggas had a chance now we're taking it from here
somebody should've told 'em i was next
i had to hold him by his neck
sometimes these niggas need to be put in check
sometimes these niggas can't comprehend respect
but you niggas is not around
how you scorin' points when you standin' out of bounds?
how you gettin' money and you ain't keeping it real?
playin' the field like you not a clown
i guess somebody should put the target on the fans
support the bullshit and you a part of the scam
my grandaddy sellin' grams
learned the game from a pimp
tattoo's all over my dark skin
i ain't trippin i'm building on small wins
so i told myself i'm all in
for the record and the cars we just evolving
it's no conincidence they nervous when they see us comin'
i'll kick down your door and put an end to your fuckin' function
i ain't tryna make friends with all these rap niggas
i rather get tea-bagged on top of cat-litter
the only thing i fear is idle time. so i'm back on my grizzly with the valley state of mind
i put my all into this motherfuckin' game. and learn from every loss
these fools are lame - it's obvious
it's sad the fans got accustomed to accepting less
i can see the clear picture even from the upper decks
so i dumb it down to make it easy for these fools to connect
we're bringin' that funky flavor
f-u-n-k v-o-l-u-m-e spells danger
to all you pussy footing rappers come and hear me out