[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Born and raised in California the city of the stoner
Pu************n' a whip up on a ************ and when I hop in I be on her
And they blow my phone up, never really did when I was a bum
Now I become hot as Arizona
Post up in a bucket all night saying "************ it!" cause I really got nowhere to go, and I was broke and homeless
That's way too many, you see, I was penny pinching
I could not afford to pull up in a Honda Accord with the chrome ones
Mixin' the **** in with the wicked and the alcohol
************ it, you could spend it homie, we about to ball
Sick of all these rappers that be actin' like they rapping tight
But really half them people wasn't saying ************t at all
Go ahead ************a, talk about your ice
You in Lamborghinis, we don't even got a ride
Sick of the ones that always talk a lot about the ************t they got
When other ************s come around they often run and hide
You can probably find me somewhere in the alley gettin' high
Drinkin' all my life away as time passes by
I could'a been in medicine
I could'a been a president
I wanna ask the Lord but ************t why ask why
Four racks in my pocket from the Mayweather fight
I made a grip, I bet nobody smacking a homie
Bought a Honda, ****, a gang of swisha sweets
Some new Chuck Tee's, a couple T's, and a slice of Bologna
God Damn! Never really couldn't manage myself
They say I'm schizophrenic, man, I really need help
I told you it's the voices that be talking to me, giving me subliminals
That's how you make your faces all melt
Little ************ wanna trip, I will unbuckle my belt
And get to wooping on 'em in front of his girl, I'm a devil
Rippin' ************ into pieces, now the ************ pray to Jesus
Really ain't no other rapper on my level


[Verse 2: Rittz]
ILL Smith ************ a Fresh Prince
Murder every rapper in the game and left prints
Homie, let's dance
Being fresh put me on, I felt like it's my last chance of making a haters wanna hide the dues and be friends
Let's hide all my cynical, a product [?] and rappers talking a lot
They biting but they bite is just miniature
To me you don't resemble a G but you keep on talking lot
I'll stomp you out and put a Nike emblem print on you
Anyone messing with my crew might get pushed to finish you
And end your career
I've been loose but I'm winnin' this year
A lot of suckas' actin' like a bunch of women they scared
They swear they hard but start to tremble when the pistol appear
I'm [?] I'm writing, eating Xanax, Atlantis, a lot of strippers
I bet you wish you was here
85 pound drunks out here pissing their pants
Turn on the radio, there's this white ************ [?], it's weird
I hear rappers saying Imma be foul as me
While I [?] cousin on this green
Sucker free, on the ****
I got in anything you need
Give a scream down the street
Because we gotta put [?]
I got the flow and got the bars
Close to overdose and I hope I see tomorrow
Nobody really cared when I was broke and 'bout to starve
So why should I give a ************ whats up with Chloe and Lamar!?
Cause they got a grand problem
Nerds on the internet be talking mad blogging, I'm bout to snap on em
I'm fixing to bust his head and there'll be a black coffin
This rapping ************t don't work, I'm in a black mask robbing
[?] think the spittin' ************ts lame
Johny, stop! No crossing over, can't get in this lane
Two of the best that ever did it Rittz and Twisted Insane
Taking over this game, so remember his name: ILL Smith
************, Yuh-uh-Yeah