Intro

Vegas Jones

Man, where I'm from

Good dope sell itself

Humble Soles

I stand on them

World famous DJ Clue

Desert Storm, baby

Roc La Familia

Yeah, from the bottom up

The Nation

I assimilate sinners inside of synagogues

To send you to God

Sim simma keys to the Beamer

Now we spinning yo block (Let's go)

Build and destroy

Pick your poison

Pick which pill you gon' pop, red or blue

I set it off like I'm Vivica Fox

Concrete rose

I was picked from the crop

Pick of my litter

We need licks

I pick up my **** to the day that we figure these figures out

Different route I took when winters was shivers, the liquor's elixir

God body spitting the scripture

This is a new view

The dollars got blue hues

Keep tools

As loose screws

You **** is loose tooths

In time, I watch 'em fall out

Ho, I'ma ball out

It's no days off now

No time to call out

Emory said we the new classic

My path prophetic

Your path is prosthetic

****, we can't respect it

I swear

My spirit's panther but my Pumas the preferences, yeah (CLUEMANATTI)

Do this with reverence, yeah

This shit is evident, ****

And it's effortless too

Bitch, I'm the bomb and it's like kaboom when I step in this booth

My **** is true steppas

The birth of a new era

Don't got time to play boy, is you Hugh Hefner?

Do better

And it might take some time, yeah

But I'd rather slow motion than no motion

I'm so focused

Bitch, this right where I belong

My flow strong, on Hulk Hogan

I spit straight dope and it's so potent

It keep the fiends running back

Why you on my dick? Them **** lumberjacks

They'd probably take my life if they could

Keep it a hunnit stacks

That's right where my mind be

Head high in the clouds but I'm ten toes on the concrete

Learned a lot of humbleness living right where my moms be

But still keep a clip glued to my hip like we siamese

Like **** try me, what?

Running the game in my Pumas like I'm used to the fact that they spreading rumors

**** lose and let me tie these up

I hit up Reuben and it's only right that we do this

I'm all over they Medulla

I'm something just like a tumor, ****

I might record this live from the trap

Put my stu' inside the lab

And use the same pad that I break these grams on

Got this bag from a have not

Everytime he had something

It ain't about who made it first

It's 'bout who made it last longer

Big steppa, Big Tymer

Young ****, big diamonds

Got this bezel out the mud

But that bitch still shining

Treat a dope fiend like twin

See him every single Sun'

But he ain't mine like step-fathers, yet I still feel responsible for him

How could they pay me for this trauma like the scars on me gorgeous?

Thoroughbred, real ****

Nothing fake but the porcelains

Big bitch on my waist'll make opp act cordial

If you ain't never take no risk

Can't understand what this cost me

Weight of the world on my shoulders, can't afford no more losses (Uh-huh)

Two attempt murders last year, who knew I'd take it this far?

Ain't been on Billboard, but on billboards in my city I'm God

I slipped through the cracks, came through the back

That's how you take what you want, ****