Underground Legends

Oh, yeah It's official though You feel me? Check it out Slide now, laugh later, what we kill for To see a opp dead make me happy like I'm Gilmore Sendin' hoes 'til I'm a senior, shout-outs to Philmore I really got love in the Bay, knocked her in Lakeshore She was just a fan of my rap, I really break whores Never had a heart for a ho, I'd probably take yours If she choosing like Susan, that was a great song Hay strong when you really movin' 'cross the State Farm Insurance from the homies, they gon' say I really put on And I don't care much about nothin' unless it's P-Funk I hate that it had to be Tiny, I'm yellin', "Live long" Out here really trippin' on Phillies, they said my mind gone Lost so many homies, I miss 'em, they like a missed call Tryna call back but keep ringin', they never pick up And I ain't ever front on my niggas, I ever switch up If it's up with them niggas, they here, you know that shit stuck Slouchin' in my old school, I hit a switch then I sit up Four zips, big cups, yeah, I'm really from the set, blood And if you niggas saggin' it, go and throw your shit up (Throw your shit up, nigga) Underground king, from the land of the trill Where confrontations get settled by the hand or the steel Niggas'll run up in your kitchen if your cabinets is filled And if you say the wrong words, get your calendar peeled I be movin' through the city, gotta keep it on low-key I don't know these new niggas, but these new niggas know me The streets nowadays just ain't the same for a O.G. Been outside since '91, you was just born in '03 So just based on that alone, there's a disconnect That could very easily lead to some disrespect That's when the block gets spun and niggas hit the deck The stick got a dick and a switch when it spit at your neck Nigga, you know the play, so don't you be surprised When they throwaway, leave you a hickey that won't go away It's like you shakin' a Coke, lettin' the soda spray 'Cause it's gon' touch everything everywhere with no delay I come from an era that came with a code That made sure niggas stayed in their lane when they came on the road Never had to claim me a gang, but I stayed in that mode Then I throw P.A. in your face 'til my fingers explode, my nigga