[Guilty Simpson:]
Yeah
Guilty Simpson
My n**** Med
J Dilla
Raw s***
Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year n***** better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and p*** lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
[x2:]
With that raw s***
Turn it up loud in your car s***
Finger tips split that cigar s***
Let's smoke n****
Holler at cha man's
I'll smoke with cha
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
[Med:]
I bang nothing but that, raw s***
n**** bang on the wall p***
From the noise and the blunt saying
With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
For wondering how I stand still and still run this
Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy
In your speezy
Take s*** like
n**** you don't need these
t**les and mics
Homie you don't need these
My CD
Pack like 6 n***** in a Sea Breeze
I flow so sick and won't sneeze
[? ] with no cheese
Rap Gs
Rubberband one hand
I part your gold teeth
J Dilla my n****
I call him OG
The street symphony
Epidemy
The underdog who grind hard for the victory
Get them weak rhymes out a my face
I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case
I'm back
Don't stop til my lungs collapse
Til then close your eyes
n**** imagin that
Yeah
Guilty Simpson
My n**** Med
J Dilla
Raw s***
Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year n***** better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and p*** lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
[x2:]
With that raw s***
Turn it up loud in your car s***
Finger tips split that cigar s***
Let's smoke n****
Holler at cha man's
I'll smoke with cha
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
[Med:]
I bang nothing but that, raw s***
n**** bang on the wall p***
From the noise and the blunt saying
With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
For wondering how I stand still and still run this
Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy
In your speezy
Take s*** like
n**** you don't need these
t**les and mics
Homie you don't need these
My CD
Pack like 6 n***** in a Sea Breeze
I flow so sick and won't sneeze
[? ] with no cheese
Rap Gs
Rubberband one hand
I part your gold teeth
J Dilla my n****
I call him OG
The street symphony
Epidemy
The underdog who grind hard for the victory
Get them weak rhymes out a my face
I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case
I'm back
Don't stop til my lungs collapse
Til then close your eyes
n**** imagin that