I got my 4 -5 check,
my bag of cush check
My bulletproof check ,
nigga I'm on deck
I came up hard, young,
blowin' swisher after swisher
Dutch after Dutch, every day like the clutch
In the playoffs, Utah vs. Golden State
I'm grindin',
tryna enter the Golden Gate
You whinin',
you gon' enter the Burley Gate
Call me the Play Reaper, I seal your fate
I move state to state,
like a semi -driver
With batteries in my back,
they energizers
Better acts around,
ain't a motherfuckin' liar
But in me, the notorious L .A .D.
I put my gun, like I pull my dick to pee
I bust automatically,
naturally, come test me
I war like Wolf and Meech, BK to Michigan
Lay in' law in the streets,
I'm both of them combined
Cold hearted and kind,
got a hundred hood niggas
ready to get out of line
Put bullets through your spine,
put a knife through your spine
Put a razor across your head,
tryna open your mind
Then read it like a book,
nigga I ain't never shook
Y 'all can't tell I'm a real
crook from the book
Then you stupid as you look
And I'm a real player I
do construction
Call me the bricklayer
I got my lo -fi check
My bag of Kush check
My bulletproof check
Nigga, I'm on deck
I got my 4 -5 check
My bag of Kush check
My bulletproof check
Nigga, I'm on deck
I got my -5 check
My bag of Kush check
My Nigga, I'm It's mine
It's It's mine
Dramatic man, listen man,
we gon' do this shit like this man,
for real, my nigga
D -Nail, my nigga
Rambo, you know,
this is real shit man,
I'm just gon' keep puttin' it
on y 'all bitch -ass niggas
Yeah, mixtape God, J -Love