Peaches

I don't care what time the season, move and I find a reason
Niggas a dime a dozen, lie for any rhyme or reason
Niggas is worse than bitches, now they lime a Rita drinkin
They not no leaders, they bottom feeders Niggas ain't got no squadron leaders

In they platoon no more, they all got some cotton features
Boy, I'm quite possibly the most awesome thing that you ever laid eyes on
Lay too long, I will knot your features You not a goat, boy, those are not your features
Don't you approach, it's not gon' be peaches And yeah, I'm gunnin' for your throat

Cause you not gon' be speakin', specially not to police
And write a note to your granddad if you got you a grievance
You could be up during the week, but you not by the weekend
Niggas think that they can swim with sharks, but forgot about the deep end

Instead of sendin' all them shots, sit down on your defense
I clip a clown if he reachin' my percentage From the field when I'm sendin' shots, it's elite
Boy, I'm a menace, I promise this shit is not for the weak
Boy, call your dentist, you runnin' your mouth, I'm runnin' all in it
Now where your teeth

Yeah, I'm not the one, bitch, watch how you speak
Put you in grave danger every time you walk across the street
Bitch, I'm insane, this anger made me this boss that you see
Fuck what you thought, I channel my inner dog, that's why I walk off the leash

Shit, you doin' crime, don't talk to police If you don't got a peace of mind, you better walk with your heat
Do what you want with your business, stay out of mine and we sweet
My janitor closet full of swiffer mops Mob down your block, make it neat, that's sweeped

I feel like Brent Berry in the 95 All-Star game when he glid on the free throw line

And he won the dunk contest in his warm-up suit, you feel me
We shocked the world, baby, let's go, Vic