Message
Message
The industry can hate me, f**k 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
You think the Bay gone let you disrespect Pac, n!gga?
I think that Oakland show gone be your last stop, n!gga
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
Ain't that something? B-Rad stands for b!tch and you Malibu most wanted
Might write this with a doctrine, tell the pop star, "Quit hiding"
F**k a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on, he f**k around, get
polished
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
And your home boy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
Let me break it down for you, this the real n!gga challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
The family matter, and the truth of the matter, it was God's plan to show y'all the
liar
Mmm
Mmm-mmm
He a fan,