[Intro: The Sylvers] Pillars of joy can be far out Through the thought of you I'll be troubled and bustled and scorned for your love ... [Verse 1: Sergio] Last night I prayed to the rap god I wanna make it Gave Kendrick a suggestion and suggested he should take it Tucked my dick in get ready for the ride But it was all a dream, I had to open my eyes I'd rather die like a legend, or live for eternity Rapping for decades, like a college fraternity I pray for serenity, tired of the bloody periods Change the flow up because it's getting to serious All these other fakes get outta here with yo wilding a** Comedian and "rapper" Childish Gambino a** Uh, I lead the cla** of rap get on The Magical School bus Raps so random even that Sherlock guy clueless Raps keeping them happy Pica**o's paintings are blueless Who these whack a** new rappers coming outta the blue I should call them Steve but I still can't find the clue Westcoast beat but lyrical like the Brooklyn Hard side like Pac, poetry side like the Shook Ones I took one for the game now I'm risking my career Rapping how ever the hell I want I don't drive and steer But i'm flowing through the streets of O-A-K-L-A-N-D Chilling in Sobrante, outside of Scotty's Coming home from school I see the Wett Boiiz riding Skyscraper bikes, slap louder than a siren They wilding in the streets from video shoots to sideshows To the Oakland hills down to 98 with the hoes From Sobrante to the 100's Oakland runs it, no telling To the Oracle Arena, all the way to Bancroft yelling East Oakland till the day I day and that's real no games And even when I get signed ima come back from the fame, b**h [Verse 2: Young Javii] All I ever wanted in life was make it to the top But my n***a got popped by a mothaf**in' cop, damn I say it now and i'll say it everyday I gotta do it for my people, gotta do it for Sobrante I'm from the Bay gotta make it out the block Gotta do it with this sh**, that's why I got the loaded Glock I never had my pops, but I always had drops But I'm all on this sh**, gotta get it hope I don't get popped
But trust me i'm gonna make it Gotta get wit it n***a, gotta f**in' bake it And what I mean is the cookies, always a legend, even when I was a rookie I gotta do this sh**, I my raps is f**ing smoothie All these b**hes want me, but i'm only for one They really wanna f** with me, but I don't f** wit nun I got that f**ing gun, for the n***as thats talking sh** You don't want it, you don't wanna catch me when I'm f**ing lit [Sergio}​​ Im gonna murder this sh** [Verse 3: Sergio] I flow through this rap game with a crown on ma head Feed myself lead so when it come out, its aiming at yo head I ghost ride this rap sh**, easy with my eyes closed, running' You sweating cus yo ghostwriter ain't coming up with nothing Punks want the beef but don't wanna cut the cattle Thinking they preaching deep, but they standing in the shallow Cats got 9 lives and still carry mini gats Rats ratting each other out, but they the same species See these CD's and get scared, bunch of bu*tercup Recee's The streets swallowing up victims like if it was a feast I run around with a mic in my hand ready to wordplay Questioning themselves while they rap this ain't no surgery Im amazed to see rap at its finest with its cla**ic CD's To Pimp a bu*terfly, B4.DA.$$, and then comes me Jay Rock with the 90059, Special Effects The Documentary 2 for sure, comes next I catch every bullet coming at me like an interception The ones who f**ed with me are now in piece resting It's been less than a minute, and I'm already infinite No gimmicks, I'm already higher than a f**ing lieutenant, b**h [Young Javii] I got the gift from god when he sent it And best believe everything he said, yeah he meant it [Sergio] Your bars I bent them, I think I got a rap symptom Rhymes flowing through my head everyday I can't forget them [Young Javii] Cus we can't forget them, cus they're there for days Smoking on purple haze, remember them broke days [Sergio] And i'm never gonna drop it i'm the lyrical epitome To Eminem, Kendrick, 2 P-A-C and Nas b**h