[Verse 1: Juss Kev]
I feel like none of these n***as close to me
And my n***as like “sh** is they supposed to be?”
As I'm approaching thee
Top cause I roast a beat, Hot like a toaster sweet
And pop's how I'm supposed to speak
Like “Guns and Drugs” my flow's complete
Na matter a fact all of those are weak
Flow so cold that I froze the beat
Shouldn't have came in the game but I chose to skeet
Now my rosary is so elite
Rappin with the souls of thee
Martin Luther Kings and Rosa P
Yeah man that's just how come checks
Say sign next to the Malcolm X
The income's money so the outcome's s**
No I'm not a square but my style's complex
As a Rubik's cube
In my rudest mood, Like who is you
Cause I do this dude while you get booed
Chillin while my food get chewed
Yeah I'm eatin, They speakin weak when competin
I beat defeat they retreatin
And trust me my n***a you don't want to meat like a vegan
And n***as call me Keek cause I sneak with freaks every weekend
Beatin their cheeks then leave the bed squeakin and creakin
Cause I bat, batter splat scatter all in that bladder
And now she call me Adam cause I'm all that matter
My rap patterns left a trail that Saturn
Still show with ill flows I k** those you lil hoes
[Hook: Juss Kev]
Ok I'm California's Weezy
500 degrees heat
My songs on repeat, Hear yo sh** hit delete
You better retreat whenever we meet
Used to want my foot in the game and now I'm knee deep
[2X]
[Verse 2: Travon]
Knee deep zero below
My heroes are Negros with slightly larger egos
Than eagles with three holes
Tryna make a sequel, Tryna keep it equal
Shout out to my amigos
Shout out to my people for making this sh** happen, What's happenin
To my n***as for keeping this sh** crackin, What's crackin
Not a rapper nor a actor for the factor
But with a pa**ion he's an active little ba*tard
I'm tryna capture all my dreams man
That's why I had to be the weed man
We been smokin and rollin potent sh** like you know this
Verses is spoken like you can't see what he's showin
Or can't show what he's seein
I told them “Got it if you need it boy, holla if you need me”
Cause I got it for that get low
So shawty hit me if you need those, Swifter than a Speedo
[Verse 2: Juss Kev]
Ok I spit those sick flows, So I rip mo zip codes
And I get dough hit hoes
Tell her “Sip mo Hypno”
And the whip go, Slow then I'm speedin it up
Coincident as f**, No needing no luck
b**h I'm great, k** a 16 or 6 times 8
Keep a California mind state
Like fat kids at parties I'm just tryna find cake
You don't know who you f**in with like a blind date
If I hit it from the back I'mma make her spine break
n***as trying to hate rewind the tape then they say I'm the fake
I'm throwing up fingers like I'm behind the plate
Cause I'm that n***a your girl's trying to date and I'm…
[Hook]