[Intro: Kendrick]
Cypher
TDE
ScHoolboy Q, what happenin’?
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, Most of these nikkas shouldn’t be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig’ll get told, put the realest nikkas
nikkas, product of cap pillers, gangbaners and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, click boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my background
But nah homie, put the mask on when I slide on ‘em/Put the cash in the safe/And here’s a extra slug ‘for I shake/Ya smoke faster than me wit a eighth/Or better yet a wet break on a plate/Burning ya faith/All senses covered in tape/ fukkin’ wit them boys in blue/ Chill out ‘for rags at you/ You running to the cops saying: How we do?/Saying it’s just rap and them lines ain’t true/so I just threw Q/fukk it/Menage a two or maybe trois/baby girl need a pot pie/I be her da da/C**chie smackin’/Give praise to Allah/Get blazed in my car/Oxymoron
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I ain’t no backpack rapper, I ain’t no lyricist
And if he ain’t talking to you mind ya business then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold nikkas
All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that yay watching domes shatter
It’s Top Dwag we runnin’ rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don’t run with cats, nine double O five nine
Where my family at?
Pull up in that family van holding 2’s like the handyman
And to be real not with all this rapping politickin’
Rapper competition, wrapped up my musician
’Til I’m finished, ‘Til I make a couple tickets
Then I’m outtie on them islands with my crimmies chillin'
Hide ya feelings, now can I live?
Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt
’Cause everywhere I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since birth
The rap game’s pallbearer when I’m droppin’ the Hearst
I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this
Industry’s nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air’s
Yeah, the white pair, I’m Jay Rock, America’s most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC’s without warning
Rock!
#TheShift
