Outro

[Verse] Ron-Loc

Every morning I wake up and get on mine
Watch on the fitted cap cause I stay ahead of time
As far as Nicki Manaj somebody better put a ring on
Make love to her music on the reg "wet dream on it"
If a hater shoot and miss I'm coming right back
Even if it's on a song I'm writing back
Trapped on the right path and can't go wrong
Treat the competition hail Mary makem go long
Put a end to ya zone field goal post
I don't even need a beat kill on a twitter post
Mechanic in a hoopty, fix when I break down
Three quarters through the vearse daring the beat to break down
Tools on deck ready for the unexpected
IPhone battery kill it then resurrect it
Till it don't work I repeat the same operation
Beethoven lines close to perfect with the orchestration

You can either slow down or run into a brick wall
I'd rather play the watcher than the man who try to teach all
It's always funny when a nigga see me fall
But I'm a hater when I laugh anytime he fall
I ended with a scale though I started playing see saw
Then went from getting chased to a reputation for cracking jaws
I viewed the business through the eyes of an old man
With the body of a Trojan this your ghetto spokesmen
Inexperienced when I piloted my first flow plan
Though I was nothing but a child my view reflected a grown man

I like when a dime piece flex like a rubber band
Booty roll like a snare drum in a marching band
Never gotta tell her GID it she know she can
Mind to it make a whole mother master plan
Came with him acting like she ain't got no man
Kinda shit Einstein wouldn't understand
On some Reggie bush Kim cardashian
Tell her get the car lets dash she in

I'm quarterbacking with no arms so nigga don't expect no passes
Why smoke you when I could just shoot up where the nigga that wash to cash is
My head up fade got em grabbing guns
Me and a bitch mind don't think the same
Bones on a barrel no need for aim
I breed the lane dope had niggas brains thinking they had in lock

I'm rated, number 1 and won't stop till the job is done or I croke
I circle globe, Have every hip hop ear inhaling my potent delivery
Below the influence rhythmically
Over dosed and fiend in the antidote
Quickly
Perfectly orchestrated while the script lunatic G
Spits cotton mouth I'm beating rappers till they pick me

Fuck everybody sayin I copied the flow it's arson
Full clip on the style designated the parking
He been shut shit down why did you keep barking
Supermarket center they brain same logo  of target
Took a piss on the stain memory candle smoking
Give a fuck if it rhyme bitches I'm not joking (California Loc'n)
Bang hard on your ass rookie Lebrun James shit
Infant till grown funky and not change shit (Sorry Lebrun)
That last ad-lib was cause I'm a good sportsman-
Super Mario brothers and duck hunt em for fortune (Throw back line)

[Hook] Ron-Loc

My battles look in suicidal I'm expected to lose
Send me death around the corner I'm on give em the blues
Nigga give em da blues
Nigga give em da blues
Nigga give em da blues
Nigga give em da blues

Outro

Let's take a walk down memory lane
As I intercept the pass like dic the night train
"I don't take shots at legends"
"Me neither"
"I ain't taken shots I'm blowing shit the fuck up"
Somebody must have landed on the wrong damn planet
Let me translate so you muthafuckas can understand it