I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have But never forgot it though Brothers on the corners selling crack Like it was nada though Walk inside my kitchen baking soda All up on the floor Police banging on the door While gripping a. 44 I was just a youngin' But this type of shit I've seen before Y'all see a white boy But my daddy a negro Half breed motherfucker put the mic and he flow I just wanna spread love They want me to bleed slow I just wanna keep the peace And help people Give some of this money That I'm making to the people So if you hatin' on me goddamn you evil And just don't understand Cause I'm flyer than Knievel Been through a lot of shit But I keep it on the D-Lo Never bustin' in'em streets But I keep it G though I ain't in a fairy tale, I'm just me, ho! Only thing I talk about is everything that we know I heard you've got a fucking problem bitch I bet I beast Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece I just kill'em with kindness Yeah we leave 'em deceased And tell it like it is And now you got it capish shorty waddup!
Let me bring it back down You think it's a game right now (yeah) But it ain't the same right now Know my name right now (yeah) Back where I came from now We're gon' live it up Till we bring it back down
I hope you live a long life hatin' And watch every Grammy Just to see who they nominating, uh So successful they'll probably say I signed with Satan But I got God on my side, always down to ride Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease Matter fact like a geneticist These rappers' records comin' out they so repetitive Shout out my homie Chance, peace to Skizzy Mars Rattpack, homie Castro, we dropping bars It's all love, man that shit is ours They never thought I'd make a shooting from the stars Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a Cole world Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl But that's a touchy subject like a priest, woah I heard y'all finally eating over there We got a feast, though Keep it Rattpack, till the beat go You might not get the flow now, let it seep though Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio Racism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevant My flow is colorblind, rapping for the hell of it I don't give a fuck, my mind stays celibate Run quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella rich Out the blue like Ella Fitz My flow is so elegant Death before dishonor Murder all rappers in front of they momma's I rep Artanis Decipher the word cause it's ebonics Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra Yes, I gotcha bitch it's Logic