Outro

I'm here to tell the world I'm from Ramona park

Diving in the deep water like I know the sharks

Climbing in the king daughter I deserved the crown

They weren't fucking with ya boy, but they heard me now

Me and white boy Mac came to take them back

Way back, back when people used to learn from rap

I'm here to show you motherfuckers what I learn from Pac, Slim

Couple rounds in the clip down for burning that

Beats i murder that, beef i murder that

Heard the shooter yell NNer before he heard the mac

And even if that nigga didn't

Bet he know it's them

Black with a little bit of brown like a doberman

That 1911 hold 11

Go and call the 9-11

He just send his soul to heaven

Bitches say the shows is heaven sitting in the front row

Turned a couple Poly High games to the gun show

Turned a couple Wilson High gangs to the track meet

You be in to rap beef cause you ain't never have beef

Joey thats my brother so I'm part of all of Fatts beef

And you know my strap

Keep talking thats my black bitch

2-2-3 make a fat nigga black flip

One 16 wipe niggas off the map quick

Never had to show a lot of effort with the rap shit

Going for the kill cause I never really had shit

Same old stereo type, got the stereo hype

Hope when I die that I'm buried like Mike

Guys on that prize that ain't even my sight

If you want that fire then he leaving tonight to show

Two claps when I see my yaNNcs

Two straps been moved that across the interstate

Arizona homies call me Flagstaff shortie

Chrome Kel Tec nine and a big black 40

We be shooting up the parties like we got no sense

Ride around city trippin, we ain't got no tints

Hood been my home, I ain't got no rent

We be chillin' on the pop like we livin' on the pop

Never slipping, not trying to see the prison like my pops

Never giving you a pass if I consider you a Op

Don't consider you a threat if you ain't sending niggas shots

Got some killas with me down to put a nigga in the dirt

Light the candles on the curb, send a message to the cops

Snitch niggas in the feds sending letters to the cops

So I never trust a soul, when they ask I'm never speaking

My Baretta Scott King strong and black and she could be

Team trying to gangrene like that old Max B

Old French Montana, macaroni with the cheese

Young Joe Montana throwing bullets through your defense

They need Vince, you should put him on your team

If I die on these streets then consider me a martyr

Enemies ghost 5 deep in the charger

Down to shoot though cause I got that jumper

Been on that block this my 19th summer

Momma playing Stevie Wonder in the kitchen while she cooking

Pigs knocking at the door to take my dad to central booking

Reading books up in my room cause she won't let me go and play

Scared her youngest son will run around and go pick up a K

Fuck that shit you represent I'm here to get these presidents

Wouldn't be the only king to come up where the peasants live

Pray to god I never do the shit that both my parents did

History repeats itself, it's up to me to change it

Watch me burn the book of life and write the pages in my favor

On some King James shit

Call me Mr. on some Rosewood Ving Rhames shit

Keep a pistol in the Gap fleece

We aim quick, leave a nigga on the backstreets

Same old shit, you heard Stuck In My Ways

No the show don't stop, I could do it for days

If you disrespect my family we all gon' fight

Swinging like T Woods, trying to earn my stripes

Yeah that uppercut will fuck him up so say goodnight