DJ Clue, Rjae, Huey V, Reuben Vincent and Humble Soles - Intro

Vegas Jones
Man, where I'm from, good dope sell itself
Humble Soles, I stand on it
World famous DJ Clue, Desert Storm, baby
Roc La Familia (yeah)
From the bottom up
The Nation (huh)

I assimilate sinners inside of synagogues to send you to God
Sim, simma keys to the beamer, now we spinnin' 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
Nigga, we can't respect it, I swear
My spirit's panther but my Pumas the preferences, yeah (Cluematti)
Do this with reverence, yeah
This shit is evident, nigga

Yeah, uh, and it's effortless too
Bitch, I'm the bomb and it's like kaboom when I step in this booth
My niggas is true steppers, the birth of a new era
Don't got time to play, boy, is you Hugh Hefner?
Do better (yeah, yeah)
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 niggas lumberjacks
They'd probably take my life if they could, keep it a hunnid stacks
And 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, nigga, try me, what? (What?)
Running the game in my Pumas
Like I'm used to the fact that they spreading rumors
Niggas lose and let me tie these up
I hit up Reuben, it's only right that we do this
I'm all over they medulla
I'm somethin' just like a tumor, nigga

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 my have not every time he had somethin'
It ain't 'bout who made it first, it's 'bout who made it last longer
Big stepper, big timer
Young nigga, big diamonds
Got this bezel out the mud, but that bitch still shinin'
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 nigga nothing fake but the porcelain
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

Weighted 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, nigga
Let's get active, baby

Written by:
Darius Bentley, Ramon Hodges, Reuben Vincent

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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