[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(Enrgy made this one)
1Hunnit
You know, I'm just tryna help n***as see the bigger picture
You know, give them a little bit more understanding of this shit, you feel me?

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I'm lookin' at the world through a magnifying glass, I like it up close and personal
I'm an Earthling, but the 'za got me higher than a Martian though
You know they tryna sneak in through the back, you gotta close the door
I keep it player, I'll smack her ass and then hold the door
Shit-talkin' daily, I wash my mouth out with bars of soap
On 4th Street, they label me the G.O.A.T., I gave them n***as hope
You probably thought the rap was really doin' it, but I was servin' dope
Made a couple thousand speakin' fluеntly, now I'm paid per show
I wholesale P's, but I usеd to get paid per O
Money off the skate, like SBs, I used to dunk the lows
You know the best ticket in the city

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
I could make a bitch cry off this onion roll
Woke up, four lines to pour and three blunts to smoke
P's so fire, ask the plug, "Can I punch some dope?"
Me and brodie slid, Durk and Vez, we gon' up the score
In that Raptor, grab the hatch, then fill the trunk with 'bows
At the laundromat the only time you touch the load
Gettin' down to zero, that's what put me into hustle mode
Fly OT, locate the bag, and then I'm comin' home
Put a hole in my lung, in here puffin' strong
First time I ever upped the pole, the opps was runnin' home
[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
I don't even know what the fuck I'm puttin' on today
Gallery Department Art Kills off the Amiri Bones
I woke up and jumped flyer than an airplane [?][1:14]
I done seen it all, from Slauson Ave back to Lisbon Road
I ain't get a dollar from them n***as that I felt was old
I don't trust shit, these n***as poison, Belle Biv DeVoe
The chef came dumplings with the bao, I wanna try the pho
Gotta put some hoisin in the broth, you wanna taste it more
I'm five-star dinin' with my friends, we in here talkin' growth
I'm up now, I wanna make a toast and then tip the host
I keep it cool and do my own thing, I never did the most
I can go and do a little work and get paid the most
I love California, it ain't nothin' like the western coast

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Ten toes, two feet, two legs, we gon' step
Forty-eight minutes, ninety-four feet we gon' press
Got more sacks than Fifth Ave, why you think we gon' stress?
He gon' get his shit took since he think he gon' flex
Bullets full of rocket fuel, we'll send him to Venus
On a world tour, I might just end up in Egypt
Money stacked like pyramids, my kit on King Tut
Online, feel like Bruce Banner with this green punch
Sippin' out a pink cup, lightin' up some Pink Runtz
I'm on a year-long grind, I don't think months
Early bird, it's plays in motions 'fore I eat brunch
It's all fun and games 'til this ARP dump
[Outro: BabyTron]
It's all fun and games 'til this— brrt, brrt, braow
Stop playin' with me
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on