(Verse 1)
Look homie I'm not your crip or your blood
Homie I'm just Kendrick
See me other than him might pleed the fifth amendment
Hard headed nigga shit all it take is an instant
Shock to have scored just as soft as an infant
Say you bust your gun, but never towin it
You say your man is dope I think he's smoking it homie
Why you provoking it to mean the booster paper
You can call me a fly 'cause your boy be on some shit
Pussy fly so all the girlies know I'm the shit
I've got to spend but still never buying shit
You better budge your bitch
'Cause all it takes is a finger to turn her on holmes
Something like a lightswitch
Hands down but still dark think I might switch the jag for the porsche
'Cause it got a better steering grip
You been a man and you won't understand
Spree wheels looking like a bad room ceiling fan
(Hook)
When the beats start cooking
And the shots start coming
Don't hesitate to pop that.. thing
People start looking
People start running
Don't hesitate to pop that.. thing
Rolling down rose crans
High feet no man
I be god damned
If I level my knees I rather die on my feet
That hub city threat shit is me
(Verse 2)
We from the land where fiends fly like Peter Pan
And the average man got a heat up in his dicky pants
I got some plans, to stack riches
Own 7 6's like a Philadelphian
You don't know but now I'm focused like camera lens
And if I know your man I might give you a second chance
'Cause I don't wanna hurt you
Have 'em running in hertels
She don't stick to her back like a ninja turtle
Crack sells, drug sell all in the virtue
Been an artist since Prince played in color purple
Weed smoke high drole blow on that purple
2 straps on my side like suspenders on erkel
I suspend they murk you
What you lyin for
You know you ain't eating like feed the children commercial
Man my children are circle
Around your block let out shots and be home 30 minutes before they curfew
(Hook)
When the beats start cooking
And the shots start coming
Don't hesitate to pop that.. thing
People start looking
People start running
Don't hesitate to pop that.. thing
Rolling down rose crans
High feet no man
I be god damned
If I level my knees I rather die on my feet
That hub city threat shit is me
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