B.I. (feat. Jay "Quokane" Cruz & ProQuo)

If I had something to say

I'm a run around town like city all day

Leonardi DaVinci Picasso

8-Track Atari out slanging Mentos

Maybach Ferraris when the Vet's exposed

Who in they right mind, thinks they ready for Pro now

Read my email signature: I am Him is the pronoun

You know how, we write rhymes, loving that ProQuo sound

But slip my 45 out the jacket it don't mean Motown

Throw down, I'm steady revolving it up in yo town

Wrote for so many already, call it a ghost town

I handle my 357 hammer like Oaktown

Leaving so many names on these tablets you'll have to scroll down

So many talents, it's hard to believe they all be good

The way I lay more stars in the streets than all of Hollywood

Probably could, body you one-on-one real comfortably

But these D-Leaguers tryna stick with a team like Summer League

Some believe, they numbers translate to the pro game

But even if it's true, they ain't never seeing that Quokane

These no-name rappers can get it too if they so vain

So think before you pop out, papa, and catch this road rage

If I had something to say I'm a run around town like city all day

Holding my ground like baby don't play, holding my ground like baby don't play

You know these artists is hardly seeing no progress

It's all these streaming services serving em empty promises

Even the promising rappers are taken hostages

Owing they relatives, so they become these pharmacists

Non-credentialed, with no degrees from these colleges

Initials lacking after their names, same as their confidence

Public defended, released on their own recognizance

Done with the game like Dre and half of Compton is

This is that grown man B.I., we know them old ways

One eye opened for backstabbers like O'Jays

We bring it back, but don't make me go to my old ways

Always represent in the present tense to them old days

If I had something to say I'm a run around town like city all day

Holding my ground like baby don't play, holding my ground like baby don't play