[00:04.12] Ah, right, child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me [00:08.35] I learned from the streets no picture was painted for me [00:11.14] This niggas is frosty not what they claiming to be [00:14.38] Got my 9 11 niggas with me, they craving for beef [00:17.05] Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra [00:19.69] High-school nigga probably got shelved in a locker [00:22.72] This for my niggas up top getting ready for lock up [00:25.38] This rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up [00:28.23] Known for making movies, give them an Oscar [00:31.28] Fucking low junkie, part reason why they stock up [00:34.25] Whole hood through the show, spending cake to watch us [00:37.13] Come home to you kush God on the knockers [00:40.07] Ah, you fucking right, just another day another hard laying night [00:45.47] These fucking weirdoes, these niggas ain't bright [00:48.25] Playing around with DZA ball game, right [00:51.26] I'm on my way, real on cake [00:53.86] Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight [00:56.25] I do my dude don't make me loose my cool [00:59.36] Knock them out the park [01:02.12] What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game [01:04.99] That's a ball game chump, ah [01:08.03] Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right [01:11.35] In every inning sure your career's ending [01:17.24] You niggas ain't winning, really you're short winded [01:20.18] The bases is loaded you ever notice [01:22.93] Your spot in your game was took, as I look at your team choking [01:25.42] Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser [01:28.14] Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter [01:31.00] I'm raising my stock with every hit record [01:33.88] Look at my record [01:34.67] , Your status will drop soon as they message we in the session [01:36.82] Minor league coaches we feed them bitches to vultures, you posing as a poser [01:41.13] We post your death on a poster [01:42.72] Your highlight is getting closer, to stardom we never start em [01:45.51] We starve em and tire mark em, in the dust so you can watch em [01:48.39] In God trust, I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader [01:50.81] Just your luck you fucked around and let a quire lead ya [01:53.93] Time's up, you play softer than Damien [01:56.57] We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium [02:00.05]