See, I was trippin' the city with a big ol' pistol Trickin' off niggaz in the Range, rental I was smokin', drinkin', end up tipsy Lookin' through my rear view, followin' me
I why the fuck are they followin' me I seem them niggaz creepin' two behind me never catch me slippin', just me and my piece You be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police
I'm a beast, still got a got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete Black and blue This is Strong Arm robbery, you deny me
My garage, a mirage, a of chrome I look alive with the nine when I my home Been on tour in Japan, been in Rome This is grown man business, the tone
If I don't recognize the number, won't answer my Rockin' every area code, still stay in my I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm Now I crack fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop Get your weight up X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came back I got my own sack to roll, so I'm
Yeah, my release through the streets We like orangutans, mangle the beat Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the that they tell My reality takin' over where that fiction
What the hell, might as show the cards I'm holdin' Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck,
Boomerang my change, I some thangs My slang, click, bang and expose they Then I pray, Our Father who art in Got people out the buildin' like 9/11
Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them Plymouth Rock You get knocked out, get socked in your mouth Now e'rybody know the business, you it, come get it But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know you with it
Six-four, chromed out, rollin' Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop thought it was over but X came back rollin' I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'
Six-four, chromed out, rollin' Get weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin' thought it was over but X came back rollin' I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'
Yeah, I repeat my over beats I on the finer things, you cringe in defeat Escalation, to another plateau it take a few steps back to mentally grow
Here we go, what you Campaign in motion Straight West Coast and West rollin' Got that Aston Martin DV9 with a stash box In case I ever find alone in a tight spot
Strip my frame, repave my lane Insane my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain when the chamber slide and bang Make it taste shit when you sayin' my name
It's the State heavyweight, holdin' the belt 'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no This is a pistol, I use to myself Careful hammerhead hollow points Is bad for health, my nia
Six-four, chromed out, rollin' Get weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin' thought it was over but X came back rollin' I got my own sack to roll, so I'm
Six-four, chromed out, rollin' Get weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came rollin' I got my own sack to roll, so I'm
See, I was trippin' the city with a big ol' pistol Trickin' off these in the Range, rental I was smokin', drinkin', end up tipsy Lookin' through my rear view, they me
I wonder why the fuck are they me I seem them niggaz creepin' two behind me You'll never catch me slippin', me and my piece You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the