TIP

All closed eyes ain't sleepin' And all these scares ain't even The bad hype and they don't poke When you see the jazz sleepin' shouldn't have woken I don't know how many times I told 'em But please hop up off my shoulder Because you can't compare me with a big red boy Just focus for the longest, how to pin that boy How to pin my city, know I'm in there And I ain't number three, what you gettin' at?

Running to the checker flag, running through the red light Twitter gave me gun that won't pull over till I'm dead right Riding to the sun, ride, countin' up, I know bedtime Ain't gon' get no bitches riding with me, let them head back Better know a west side level or defend style All the way to Crenshaw, armor out of my n***a better know Big shit, poppin', ain't no little shit

Hey man, what you gotta tell these people? - Back. [laughing] - You feel me? - You did. - Hey man, ain't no mother fucker, ain't no cap in it. - No cap in my wrap. - You feel what I'm saying? - The right way. - It's time. - The right way, man. - You feel what I'm saying? - Right way. - Yeah, that way.

All they do is fight for number two 'cause I'm the one I'll still make it play with the one All we know is success hit 'em with some rips

Big dog, I will get it red, I ain't never scared Big flex on a n***a head, what I'm standing on Big neck, big chick, we done did that Pushin' weed back, better give me respect and some more Atlanta no 4, I will put the show for a grand or so I was selling grand right on campus tellin' hammers go Layin' speaker to me, what you need a camera for?

All closed eyes ain't sleepin' And all these scares ain't even The bad hype and they don't poke When you see the jazz sleepin' shouldn't have woken I don't know how many times I told 'em But please hop up off my shoulder Because you can't compare me with a big red boy Just focus for the longest, how to pin that boy How to pin my city, know I'm in there And I ain't number three, what you gettin' at?

Running to the checker flag, running through the red light Twitter gave me gun that won't pull over till I'm dead right Riding to the sun, ride, countin' up, I know bedtime Ain't gon' get no bitches riding with me, let them head back Better know a west side level or defend style All the way to Crenshaw, armor out of my n***a better know Big shit, poppin', ain't no little shit

Hey man, what you gotta tell these people? - Back. [laughing] - You feel me? - You did. - Hey man, ain't no mother fucker, ain't no cap in it. - No cap in my wrap. - You feel what I'm saying? - The right way. - It's time. - The right way, man. - You feel what I'm saying? - Right way. - Yeah, that way.

All they do is fight for number two 'cause I'm the one I'll still make it play with the one All we know is success hit 'em with some rips

Big dog, I will get it red, I ain't never scared Big flex on a n***a head, what I'm standing on Big neck, big chick, we done did that Pushin' weed back, better give me respect and some more Atlanta no 4, I will put the show for a grand or so I was selling grand right on campus tellin' hammers go Layin' speaker to me, what you need a camera for?