Lyrics

[Verse: Beej] Nigga, I peeped your persona, I'm not impressed An anthem that was stepping wit' his question clone candidates Our mission is revised, soul music to use it Jay Dee perfect the snare, droppin' dark from the beats So I can spit the bullets at 'em, now the puzzle's complete While you screamin' hot wobbly wobbly, screamin' yes While the lyrical slug go through a thug nigga's chest All due respect, let's balance it out 'Cause the negativity is really stressin' me out In a house or a crib, ridin' in a hoopty You're gettin' upset, no game, no coochie I once was like you, but a car don't make the man What makes the man is his game plan If you don't have a plan, then you sinkin' in the sand Look back one minute later, all I saw was your hand In your hand was a grand, so I took it and ran Drop the L—