Ok I know it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you

Without a funky beat to rep to

Without some real rhymes to relate to

Yeah I heard the radio, I turned it on I was stressed too

They said I had to be more conscious

Otherwise the smarter people wouldn't watch this

I remember when khakis was the outfit

Now these **** wearing blouses and skirts up on they boxers

Everybody hard (man they so hard)

Flossin all that money up on IG but got rental cars

Can't even pay to make a decent album

But they can fake that funk and swear that people care about em

Well the golden era's over (it's over)

Now Eazy rolling in his grave and Pac's body got colder

And I ain't saying you should

But somebody gotta hit these **** up and tell em that it ain't good

Cause when I turn on my radio player it ain't good

On the tv watching all this "Love & Hip Hop" shit it ain't good

I'm liable to go outta my mind, that ain't good

**** it ain't good

She said damn motherfucker you been gone for a minute

I said chill girl it's been a little while

I been letting **** marinate they garbage so that I ain't gotta smell it when I come back to the steal the whole crowd

She said wow

And it's reactions like that that really let me know that I've been missed, It's like the industry's pissed

That I would even have the nerve to leave em stuck with this shit, Well now I'm back and it goes like this

First off suckas you don't run the West, you running your mouth

I mean I listened to your shit I'm only hearing the South

Homie that's weak, now get a sneak-peek

Of some real West Coast shit

And **** don't blink, don't sink don't plummet

Don't lie and say you love it

Give these motherfuckers false hope to make more of it

You can shove it up your ass, put that shit up in the past

And on my hood I'ma die before I let another weak bitch think it's all good