Ouch Town

Yeah what? Lets go
JG-Z what's poppin'?
Heard you making moves
I wonder the rumors are true
You wondering boy?
You really be got to be Stevie
To not see the proof
And I could be lying, like Simba
But if it come out my mouth
Than its probably true
As I grow older, kick rocks lil' bolder
I got Doritos in my side view
Like I got chips on my shoulder
Hype boy, pass the aux'
Everybody in a box, tryna square up
And gram up and fit in some image
Imma mess around and crop em'
All out of my picture

So you really believe these dudes?
And all this fake news?
They think they really ever heard man
They ain't got a clue
My vision HD always lookin big picture
I'm a hitter and a baller
So they call me Nick Swisher
Apollo 13, you know your boys on a mission
Impossible don't care
You know imma be all in it
And I would rather die
Than be on some side switching
Post 500 nah I just post stats
That's hella different
Way different ay ay ay ready go

Ice ice baby, they keep telling me to chill
Wild west, men in all black
Like Smith, maybe I will
Only time I took a loss
When I get lost in the sauce
And my roads are one way
And I wouldn't cross em'
Arenas with that cross up
Like I'm playing for the wizards
And don't get to talkin crazy
I'm a god with the scissors
Cut you off, salty, pissed off, go figure

Red red rover imma send em' on over
Kick the door down like Messi
And deliver them that message
Now they red all over, all over
Like a whole lot of ketchup
I let you choose
Ducked some spiteful moves
Got them rosy glasses on
Tryna see some interviews
Bleed it all heart, execute perfectly
Loyal to my dogs now they go to work with me
Been a player, record-breaker
Dream chaser, heart breaker
I ain't saying I changed the game
But always a game changer
No bench player always been a starter
When it comes to the player coach
Ain't nobody harder
I went down to the field like
Real real early, early birdy
Dig holes with me, I'd worry
Cuz they know they fill fast
And you don't wanna be in em'
I'm ride or die baby
You just sinkin' and swimming

Sike, thought I was done
F a other grass cuz I grew up in the dirt
I ain't bout to chop it up
Imma do the work
No sick days, no sicko mode
Don't stick around to see no replays
Get updates, texts in my inboxin'
Flew 14 seasons fast
Like I was binge watching
I work at home always in the zone
And the only hose I use
Is to water up my own
In the rap game take one to the face
Like you dating Ray Rice
Big plates, Rick Ross, X-X-L large
Switchin' sides on my day ones
I would rather starve
Thirsty for my clout
Trash you like water bottles
I only drink out of bottles that are like $40
They know what I mean
Might take the hydro-flask
Might take the Nalgene
I just tore this up
Rip the script, Nancy Pelosi
Oh Lord! man she's crazy