I told my baby I'm a call her back when I'm headed home but she know thats where I'm hardly at Cartier to their cardiac, hearty snares make they body snap Probably stare when they walking past I'll be there when they looking back, but chicken heads I be joogin passed Ducking, dodging and weaving and I be moving fast And they be hollering even when I be doing bad, yeah So who in fact got the truest rap The boom-est back to shake it up and bring the movement back You know, that audio that's hittin like a body blow They throwing lava rocks them hot shells to make your body float Cuz they don't wanna see you doing better Should of chose they words wisely now they chewing letters Should've made they moves timely now they losing credit Now they will never make the cut like a movie edit What a shame It's a game full of love and hate Keep the fame we just want a plate Run that fade or just run away Die in vain or see another day But aim straight if you're gonna bang