Lyrics:

Dove- Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner Scannin proper with my sight muscle This rap shit, is just my night hustle My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D Whether what may, meet me at the front door See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue Stay pertinent to the issues Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run Stay (?) like black folks some (?) mostly fakin it, to make it Pos- I play low-key til it's time for you to know me Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly Holy shit! Now look what I get A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote Arranged produced my slang's obtuse but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme Dove- While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series Been here, just pleadin the same case ever since we spaced about '3 Feet' Pinchin your ears, inchin for years but you still stuck at the mezzanine and we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs same old tubs, same old tables and same fa