Riverside
Shit nigga
My tooth is chipped and I still do forget
You can ask who I'm with, I'm 'bout funny as shit
Mess with my clique you get put in a ditch
With ya' ice on my wrist, don't make time for this shit
Niggas love my fiction, fuck opinions
Niggas love the fibbin', fuck a friendship
Look inside my eyes you see the crimson
Gotta keep eye up on the Benjamins
Prism Tribe da da da they know
Sour punch bites on me all day though
Use to have the block on fuego, movin' that candy, stack it up, Legos
I don't smoke, drink, po' Faygos, I just watch anime, sleep, play Smash Bros
I don't play games like Hasbro, nigga betta' lay low, all about pesos
Don't touch me there
No square
Don't you dare
Woo like Rick Flair
Beat a nigga like he owe me somethin'
I make this shit for my own consumption
Don't hit my phone with these false assumptions
Shout out to you if you crossed me
Must admit that decision was costly
(Bitch)
Red head chick country like Reba
Make her sing like she Aretha
Franklins in my hand I'm counting
Bank roll tall like Yao Ming
Robert Downey, Tony Stark
Like Him
I be on some asshole shit
Everybody like that shit
Cause that's just how its always been
I was born in a land
Where niggas need a hand
But never gave a damn
Not hurt, it's a scratch
It's a curse
On my back
But I got it, niggas ask
How he get it
And get mad
Cause I'm with it like I'm Sam
I speak like Martin
Bitch bad like Pam
And yo bitch want me
Cause you ain't what I am
Cause you can't what I can
Won't lie I'm not a fan
But I aired out your whole crib
Like the lack of oxygen
I get it poppin' like the sound of bikes with the soda cans
Gave em all a chance with the years I been bullshittin
Playing 'round, poppin' sticks and messing with the firearms
Got enough heat, shit settin' off fire alarms
Go ahead try it, fye ya' ass like Charizard
Told my dad I 'ma get it he dreamin' of the Audemars
I don't pay for pussy bitch ya' mind must be out on Mars
Order up bitches, do that ass come in extra large
Two guns on me, no Rambo
Shootin' so much, I need more ammo
Gun a nigga down, no Black Ops
Running up checks
While you broke playing Dad Rock
Money so old like Matlock
Metal Gear Glocks, niggas sad I'm the Big Boss
Sipping on drank, watchin' Tik Toks
Whole lotta hoes, gotta lotta niggas pissed off
Blackfire, same thing my bitch
Starfire, kush that I hit
Niggas ain't really with the shits
Only thing I trust is the stick
Mach 6 when I'm in the whip
Cross country taking all these trips
Movie star catch me on the 'flix
Prism Tribe something like the myths
Countin' up commas
For all the trauma
I ain't with the drama
Do this for my mamma
No disrespect
Got these peons so pressed
And my drip is exclusive you look like a wrecka
I don't have to fuck with you cause that's not what I want na na
I be on some player shit you haters make me hahaha
I don't have to fuck with you cause that's not what I want na na
I be on some player shit you haters make me ha ha ha
Everybody always wanna talk down even on lockdown
Gotta keep a tab on me
Ain't no way you can cop out
We gotta flock out
Gotta Lotta birds on me
Straight eye view
Tryna take our slab
I'ma curse ya ass like King Ramses
Big ol tribe
You get out of line
Jesus bout ta hit you with the Jesus piece
My tooth is chipped and I still do forget
You can ask who I'm with, I'm 'bout funny as shit
Mess with my clique you get put in a ditch
With ya' ice on my wrist, don't make time for this shit
Niggas love my fiction, fuck opinions
Niggas love the fibbin', fuck a friendship
Look inside my eyes you see the crimson
Gotta keep eye up on the Benjamins
Prism Tribe da da da they know
Sour punch bites on me all day though
Use to have the block on fuego, movin' that candy, stack it up, Legos
I don't smoke, drink, po' Faygos, I just watch anime, sleep, play Smash Bros
I don't play games like Hasbro, nigga betta' lay low, all about pesos
Don't touch me there
No square
Don't you dare
Woo like Rick Flair
Beat a nigga like he owe me somethin'
I make this shit for my own consumption
Don't hit my phone with these false assumptions
Shout out to you if you crossed me
Must admit that decision was costly
(Bitch)
Red head chick country like Reba
Make her sing like she Aretha
Franklins in my hand I'm counting
Bank roll tall like Yao Ming
Robert Downey, Tony Stark
Like Him
I be on some asshole shit
Everybody like that shit
Cause that's just how its always been
I was born in a land
Where niggas need a hand
But never gave a damn
Not hurt, it's a scratch
It's a curse
On my back
But I got it, niggas ask
How he get it
And get mad
Cause I'm with it like I'm Sam
I speak like Martin
Bitch bad like Pam
And yo bitch want me
Cause you ain't what I am
Cause you can't what I can
Won't lie I'm not a fan
But I aired out your whole crib
Like the lack of oxygen
I get it poppin' like the sound of bikes with the soda cans
Gave em all a chance with the years I been bullshittin
Playing 'round, poppin' sticks and messing with the firearms
Got enough heat, shit settin' off fire alarms
Go ahead try it, fye ya' ass like Charizard
Told my dad I 'ma get it he dreamin' of the Audemars
I don't pay for pussy bitch ya' mind must be out on Mars
Order up bitches, do that ass come in extra large
Two guns on me, no Rambo
Shootin' so much, I need more ammo
Gun a nigga down, no Black Ops
Running up checks
While you broke playing Dad Rock
Money so old like Matlock
Metal Gear Glocks, niggas sad I'm the Big Boss
Sipping on drank, watchin' Tik Toks
Whole lotta hoes, gotta lotta niggas pissed off
Blackfire, same thing my bitch
Starfire, kush that I hit
Niggas ain't really with the shits
Only thing I trust is the stick
Mach 6 when I'm in the whip
Cross country taking all these trips
Movie star catch me on the 'flix
Prism Tribe something like the myths
Countin' up commas
For all the trauma
I ain't with the drama
Do this for my mamma
No disrespect
Got these peons so pressed
And my drip is exclusive you look like a wrecka
I don't have to fuck with you cause that's not what I want na na
I be on some player shit you haters make me hahaha
I don't have to fuck with you cause that's not what I want na na
I be on some player shit you haters make me ha ha ha
Everybody always wanna talk down even on lockdown
Gotta keep a tab on me
Ain't no way you can cop out
We gotta flock out
Gotta Lotta birds on me
Straight eye view
Tryna take our slab
I'ma curse ya ass like King Ramses
Big ol tribe
You get out of line
Jesus bout ta hit you with the Jesus piece
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Writer(s): Jimmy Poindexter, Jean Torres
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