[00:02]Yo
[00:07]Supa Good
[00:11]Inglewood
[00:14]Listen
[00:15]Bullets in the clip hot
[00:16]Pull it and a kid drop
[00:18]Would he ever live if he grew up in a Ziploc?
[00:20]Sheltered from the riff-raff
[00:22]Never heard of hiphop
[00:23]Caught up in the grit, still they holler, "Fear not"
[00:25]Aimin' for the lid, better be in tip-top
[00:27]Family from the Beach, showed him how to Crip walk
[00:29]Brother was a Blood, he slangin' that Chris Rock
[00:30]Got minutes on the wristwatch
[00:32]Watchin' as it tick-tock
[00:33]Barely had a piss-pot
[00:34]Bloody as his fist got
[00:36]Muddy as his kicks got
[00:37]Homie never did stop
[00:38]Aimin' to get rich, he takin' a clear shot
[00:40]Family's at the goal, he buyin' 'em clear lots
[00:42]'Bout to show the world as soon as this shit drops
[00:44]That he spill his soul every time he clear his thoughts on paper, uh
[00:47]This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper)
[00:51]If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper
[00:54]Still stack that shit up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper)
[00:59]On paper
[01:01]Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body
[01:04]Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti
[01:09]What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there?
[01:12]**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Supa)
[01:16]The streets sick enough and ain't no antidote
[01:19]The goddamn Rugers, they'll pick you up and split your cantaloupe
[01:23]A hard damn ruler, you still align, these niggas like antelope
[01:26]You know your shooters, you still define a real life general (Listen)
[01:31]Calle atrás, calle vas
[01:33]Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre
[01:35]Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche
[01:38]After all the darkness, y'all, the sun gon' shine again, that's on bones
[01:42]He black, Mexican, and homegrown
[01:44]I do this for my next of kin and my zone
[01:46]And for that paper, ah
[01:48]This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper)
[01:52]If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper
[01:55]Still stack that shit up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper)
[01:59]On paper, nigga
[02:01]Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body
[02:05]Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti
[02:09]What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there?
[02:13]**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Listen)
[02:16]Calle atrás, calle vas
[02:17]Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre
[02:20]Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche
[02:23]Fire cars and smokin' carbon
[02:26]Nose deposits, fill up lungs, chokin' artist
[02:28]Half the shit I spit was never written down
[02:29]They **** with what I wrote regardless