From the place where the bullshit begins,
Never a shortage of tricks begins to spin,
Night life turns trife as the day puts on;
Locs, brothers hanging on corners kicking rhymes and jokes.
The ladies pass by without a word or a "Hi"
Nose all in the air, you can see 'em everywhere
Salute the dope man with the twist of a blunt
People Under the you-know, we turning it up
Young city slicker, I'm all about the terrain
Give me the money and fame and I'll show you no pain,
Leave a stain on your brain you can remember me by,
Years down the line you still know that I'm fly
High power [?] in yella the fat fella
Everything that I do is hella hell of a story teller
I paint scenes with a pen, hip hop bar
Turn the page, check out the brother flaws
((get hip to yourself good God my brother, get it))
Coming from the home of Fat Lip and Fellowship
Get hip, jump in the whip, never we have tripped
This is L.A. in a nutshell, ship when the shit tell
You can hear my way, put your ear to the seashell
And get hip to the sixteenth letter, the type setter
With the font you want, avante garde at getting better
By the minute I admit it, committed to classic rap
This is not a snapback throwback you know that
The Walmart crews that copy cats should roll back
Home of the power flower Cali we grow that
In the Golden state, my state, my rhyme craft like Minecraft
Going block to block building to make a new path
The legends in my ledger, it's been my pleasure
My treasures respect, it hangs around my neck
Like 2Chainz if he got two brains to take charge
Like Bad Brainswho rock like high-powered guitars
Get hip to yourself good God
(Get it---)