Everywhere I look I see an ignorant fool
Only thing I smile for is
All you little rappers are
Boy we heard your music and
That shit is so unpleasurable
Why the fuck do labels pay these
You might be doing shows but no
One comes and gives a fuck
But when we doing a show we will
Come light your whole city up
I pull up and turn him into a duck
I can tell from by the way that
He talk that he a bitch boy
From across the street I saw him bang
He was talking plenty damn shit
Bitch they think I'm Ryu mixed with
Bitch call me Kazuya when you
Bitch Heihachi let my squad
I don't need no guns bitch I
She was talking problem till she fucked
Talking like she from where I'm from
Bitch you niggas ain't come
Watch you be born and dead the same night
Play with me I bring the damn
I'm the type to send that boy to
Hell just cause I felt like it
I control myself sometimes but most
That's a fair warning in the air
- I'm unconscious and violent
I could turn your whole neighborhood
After that you see me smoking blunts
I don't give no fuck, smiling
Now me and my niggas being
Bothered by them label scouters
I will always find my way around them