Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom

Spark the flame, still remain as a top shotta 

I aint no backpack rapper, I aint no lyricist 

And if we aint talking to you, mind ya business then

Cold wit it, Black Hippy ya we cold niggas 

All the girlies love us, get a whiff of us, make they bones quiver 

Heard ya clowns throwing stones at us, holding boulders champ, 

Once you hear that YAWK, watch his dome shatter

Its TopDawg, ya we runnin’ rap

Black rappers, feline reason why we don’t run with cats

Nine double-0 five nine, where my family at

Pull up in that family van holding tools like the handy man

And to be real, i aint wit all this rappin’ politicin' 

Rap a competition, rap to my position, 

Til I’m finished, til i make a couple tickets then I’m outty, 

On them islands, with my crimmies chillin, hide ya feelings 

Now can I live? look i gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt

Cuz everywhere I go, they like when you dropping some work?!

Been a threat since birth, the rap games pallbearer

When I’m dropping a hearse

I aint new to this, I’m true to this, industries nightmare

Red strings in my nike airs, yeah the white pair

Im Jay Rock, Americas most wanted, my Chargers,

killing MCs without no warning  

Its Ab-Soul

Gimme the loot, I’m the skinny Biggie 

In New York City with Puffy puffing a sticky

All odds against me, still even the score

Probably why I’m always OT on tour

TDE believe me we want war, 

I don’t even know what peace/piece I like most no more 

2 fingers 2 triggers, whats the difference we all gon die one day

Til’ then I’m getting paid, my grandma watching so i aint gon curse

Still gifted like a Wale verse

Backwood fulla OG, Bobby Johnson

Medicine in my soul to dodge the coughin' 

And these days are so bittersweet 

I guess its just a balance we battle naturally 

And y'all still trippin’ off Jay-Z tweet, 

I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet, Pete, 

Soul brotha number 2, the first one used to make beats for CL Smooth

Top got the S550, but the CL Smooth

And rolling weeds the only time I see L’s move


Tupac and Afeni Shaku; Dear Mama.

When I was young me and my mama had beef. Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets. Though back at the time, I never thought I’d see her face. Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place. Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool. With the big boys, breaking all the rules. I shed tears with my baby sister. Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids. And even though we had different daddy’s, the same drama. When things went wrong we’d blame mama. I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell. Hugging on my mama from a jail cell. And who’d think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day. And running from the police, that’s right. Mama catch me, put a whooping to my backside. And even as a crack fiend, mama. You always was a black queen, mama. I finally understand for a woman it ain’t easy tryin to raise a man. You always was committed. A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it. There’s no way I can pay you back. But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady…Don’t cha know we love ya? Sweet lady. Dear mama. Place no one above ya, sweet lady. You are appreciated. Don’t cha know we love ya?