Far Rock
Most niggas is cowards
Hide behind the record like a shield
Mention my name and you gon' get killed
Blood spilled for real
You niggas better chill, 'cause I solemnly swear
To get uglier than seal
Not behind my back
Only thing I got in common with ass is I clap
Shut up, get up, bet it burns more than your sit-ups
What you ate, you spit up
Fuck your outfit up, blood all over your number nines
That cute shit you was saying wasn't funny to mine
We dead ass [?]
So that smack-battle rap shit will get you left dead, yes sir
Look at me, don't I look like a nice guy?
I walk around with your head priced high
Niggas playing theyselves like suicide drills
Russian roulette with a TEC and no suicide kill
Dick up in his ear, fuck what you heard
Changed up the pitch, couldn't hit the curve
Bum nigga, go and pick a curb
Shawty wasn't lit so I hit the swerve
Booty knocking over tables, that's an ass-fault
Touchdown, nigga hit it on the asphalt
V foreign whip came with a passport
Counting straps like I'm tryna rub a rash off
Caught slipping and he froze up
Never pimps down, hoes up
Head shot, now his toes up
Represent your hood, nigga, throw it up