[Intro]
Yeah
I don’t be playing no games with this shit n***a
Long as I got the trees man I’m in the league
Fuck outta here n***a
Mean?
Y’all n***as is platypus man
Fuck outta here n***a

[Verse 1]
It’s kind of rare to meet you (Yeah)
I’d rather buy weed than buy a pair of sneakers
Too many rappers, not too many teachers
That’s why the kids out of control
They even out here Henny reaching
Uh
1765, Victor High
I’m feeling alive, better than ever
I wonder if heaven is better (It is)
Tried to be cool with n***as, now I’m really rude to n***as
Take it to the old school Victor (Let’s go)
The humble don’t stumble
Try talking to rappers that mumble
The conversation crumbled into little ass Oreo chunks
Unhappy, I don’t have to ask these producers for production in 300 months
The shit bonkers, only real n***as amongst us
Run up you get slapped down with thumpers
Funk up the atmosphere in 30 seconds (Ew)
I keep the body bags in the trunk for n***as that like beef for breakfast
N***a
And yous a nasty ass n***a
You the type to see the devil one time and let him enter (Fuck?)
I should be stupid and ruthless and useless
But fuck all that (Fuck it)
Big bones Imma touch on that
Sensational just like the Future memes
Spanish mami keep the chocha clean
The mocha queen say she really used to things
I give her more than what you could imagine (Baby)
You can get up out your feelings I seen my was lacking (Baby)
I find pretty hoes unattractive (Baby)
Try spelling love backwards
Your chick rock that as a tramp stamp
Your ass belong at ass camp
Kick push on bad ramps
I’m the oldest rapper and I still don’t get bad cramps
I continue to blow amps, you feel me?
Everybody talking shit but they ain’t near me
[Chorus]
Pop up in these green rooms at these events
Blow the whole mother fucking green room out
Know what I’m talking about?
That’s the kinda n***a I am man
Don’t ask me to rap at your fucking show n***a
And don’t ask to hit my weed n***a
You know what I’m saying
I had to tell these rappers “Bring your own weed motherfucker”

[Outro: DJ Djaz, sample Mobb Deep’s Survival of the Fittest]
I got you stuck off the realness
I got you stuck off the realness
Survival of the fit
Only the strong survive
You all alone in these streets cousin
I got you stuck off the realness