Bellator (feat. IMP THA DON)

How gon' do this shit? (One two three) Yeah Picture me rolling like Pac Nah picture me rolling all this weed that I got (Niggas thought we wouldn't leave the block nigga) Woo Yeah Yeah Picture me rolling like Pac Nah picture me rolling all this weed that I got Nothing less than a lot There's nothing on the stove when I say I'm burning the pot The ball was in my brother's court, he mede sure to pass me the rock Feeling like Kobe at the Rucker Park with the orange top Tomahawk dunking the shot Trying to prove that I'm villain, you not Does not fill my pockets with nuts I already got it on lock You should be earning your spot Michael just sent me this chop I'm bout to set it on fire Add a lil mint pepper sauce Kicking raps, throwing punches like a Bellator sport, ah You can not critic the form Your favourite rapper need to put his best foot forward Better yet, tell your favourite rapper I can write his best verse for him You can not afford the wage war you still in the training course I was a major tool in creating the wave they on They study the way i move maybe I should create a course, of course Am on track on every track, them niggas are off course I quote My brands are an extension of me Who would thought the king would be a kid from Danville extension 3 Poppa was a rolling stone Now his young nigga out here rolling cones The Godfather call me Carleon I'm on the rise so they call me Don Smoking flowers got me in the zone Get on the planet that am living on through the songs The boy made the call now you know what's going on I've been rapping since the war started happening in Lebanon Michael chopp this so I had to get my shit off I smoke this shit and get lost music like a wizard These niggas feel my blizzard No rolling with the Rizzla We are not beginners They better get the picture They captain I'm the skipper