God Is Perfect

Aight, check it out Uh, gang, gang Bunny Rabbit Insane Uh, Big Fin Ball, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) It's here (Uh) Yeah (One, two) Yeah, yeah (Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah Kane train baby (One, two, new flow, check it out) Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Pablo met me in the valley, dropped a whole off in Winnetka Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir I didn't wanna speak on this shit, but it's really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I fuck with this rap, but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah) A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks long than bitch, golf ball holes in this shit Big Finball in this bitch That's when Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of shit Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the dope down For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Gangland shit Fuck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch? Where the watch and the chain at, bitch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight But a nigga never claim that bitch I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof Fuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this shit get political Hit the john, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon, and I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this shit get political Rock it up then blade that shit Dog food, nigga slang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Nigga might get gangland hit That "East Side Insane" ass shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Fuck nigga Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Yo Yo, I just like to say, you know? My man Kane smoked niggas, you know? But it's good to be original when you diss somebody Don't use somebody else's shit