[Verse 1: Defari]
Filter all this noise like these beats on my ear
I'm really froggish, every year is leap year
Freshly cut to d**h, every week I'm off that chair
Taco Tuesday find your boy at the Savoy, savoir-faire
In Inglewood I'm really good, in Venice I get plenty bud
These n***as think they really good, reality they really none
They really like my little sons, they really like some little bums
They not even a factor in this burn, they really get no run
Ruby drop a ton of rhymes, a ton of beats I'm known to eat
I gotta eat like Megatron on Monday night against the Chiefs
I gotta bring my A game, my main frame 200 pounds
I'd rather dump 200 rounds and watch you f**s run out of town
This L.A. city all Southern section, true confessions
You bad a** little kids, you could all learn a lesson
I'm not stressing, and I surely ain't hiding behind no texting
Here I stand, just a man in all of his imperfections