[Intro:]
Ultimate *******
It's a new day, *******, mane
Pretty boy, you feel me
Yeah man, it's your boy Lil B man
I'm rockin' on these *******s strong arming
You feel me, still gutta with it
Still asleep, still waking up, *******t daily man
In that dream...
[Verse 1:]
I punish *******, I put Glocks on *******s
It could be your ******* kid that feel that ******* trigger
I came up so fast, I got whiplash
Passed the game so fast and I stole the cash
I hit a lick so big I'm a goon again
Now I'mma thug ******* harder than I ever did
The game up and down, *******, like the stock market
My mixtape game, *******, it's the block market
I never play for money
I got no paper, my money in my family
I got judged before the ******* court of law
Just took a couple deals for the money scandalous
You know what I'm saying? You know them judges take that
I'm gangsta, man, you know we got that money
If you really connected to them bills, you feel me, [?]
[Verse 2:]
I'm ... young, and I'm in California
I'm a California boy with the Gucci shotgun
Uzi shotgun, I usually pop one
I put suckas underground like them indie movies
Any movie I'm in, this *******t's real
Look me in my eyes, *******, because my hustle's real
I pop suckas over issue
Like you 40, I'll take a life over my ******* issue
Like you 40, I love my *******s too
I've never been a petty thief but I sell a brick flat
*******'ll never speak, I use to buy
Fake Jordans all up in the streets
Now I'm that street ******* that could buy the ******* sweep
I beat the *******, or I beat my ... (never, *******)
I'm too gangsta *******, no homo *******
That's for you ******* ass *******s man
These *******s gettin' holes, we gettin' money you feel me
Poppin' bottles, *******, we do whatever I do man
You know what I'm saying? Pick and choose the game *******
Ultimate *******, *******