(How we gon’ do this?) (One, two, three) Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Picture me rolling like Pac, uh Nah, picture me rolling all this weed that I got (These niggas thought we wouldn’t leave the blocks, nigga) Woo! Yeah Yeah
[A-Reece:] Picture me rolling like Pac Nah picture me rolling all this weed that I got Nothing less than a lot There’s nothing on the stove when I say I’m burning the pot The ball was in my brother’s court He made sure to pass me the rock Feeling like Kobe at the Rucker Park with the orange top Tomahawk dunking the shot Trying to prove that I’m real and you’re not Does not fill my pockets with knots I already got it on lock You should be earning your spot Michael just sent me this chop I’m about to set it on fire Add a little mint-pepper sauce Kicking raps, throwing punches like a bellator sport You cannot critique the form Your favorite rapper needs to put his best foot forward Better yet Tell your favorite rapper I could write his best verse for him You cannot afford to wage war You’re still in the training course I was a major tool in creating the wave they on They study the way I move Maybe I should create a course Of course I’m on track on every track Them niggas is off course I quote: my brands are an extension of me Who would’ve thought the king would be a kid from Danville Extension 3
[IMP Tha Don:] Poppa was a rolling stone Now his young nigga out here rolling cones The Godfather, call me Corleone I’m on the rise so they call me Don Smoking flowers got me in the zone Get on the planet that I’m living on Through the songs The boy made the call now you know what’s going on I been rapping since the war started happening up in Lebanon Michael chopped it so I had to get my shit off I smoke that shit and get lost Make music like a wizard These niggas feel the blizzard No rolling with the rizla We are not beginners They better get the picture The captain, I’m the skipper