Yeaah!
Go time.

Rolled up on my old girl, haircut like James Dean and their swag is still 240p, I’m 1080HD.
Money low, but my city loves me – made a name for myself in my late teens.
I went 8 Queens, they all 18 that whited ‘em all out – shaved cream.
All in her mouth like a canker sore.
Rolled the beat, destroyed the song.
Played the game and I owned them all;
I dunked the ball – Earl Boykins tall I mugged the boy that’s Nate Robinson – huge blaze, short guy.
Stuntin’ on these trash talkers – I’m too real, I ain’t your kind.
Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohh.
Money where my brothers brothers stuntin’ with my pho.
Yellow like the yolk, just a little bit of sunshine.
Girlies better be there for me like a bus time.
They just mad’ cause I cut lines.
All you other rappers do like everything but rhyme.
You can out-swag any other squad but mine.
You can steal my girl, lil’ homie, ‘cause that butt miiiiiiiiiiight