Y'all nikkas still signin' deals? Still?
After all they done stole, for real?
After what they done to our Lauryn Hill?
And y'all nikkas is 'posed to be trill?
That's real talk when you behind on your taxes
And you pawned all your chains
And they run off with your masters
And took it to Beverly Hills
While we in Calabasas
And my head is scratchin'
'Cause that shyt is backwards
That shyt ain't right
Lucian is cool but Lucian don't write
Doug ain't this tight, so
fukk what we sellin'
fukk is we makin'?
'Cause their grass is greener
'Cause they always rakin' in mo'
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah