Intro:
Right
Gather 'round hustlas that's if ya still livin'

And get on down with this THC vision

Verse 1: Smoke DZA

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists
So tell em Parappa the Rapper ^!$$% rap harder
Like being garbage some type of disease

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe
Ain't no problem to me, call me Father MC
Pay homage to a God, (*##$ fall on your knees

Hood booga wannabe house wife gassed off nini
High sadity meanie tryna emulate the TV
But this real, $#&@ how you feel

Call of Duty mode with these verses, lot of kills
First ^!$$%s doubted the flow, now how you feel?
If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

Gimme mines, I really rhyme
Yup really I'm, one of the illest ^!$$%s doin' it
Or these ^!$$%s is losin' it, silly minds

They try to style on a New York ^!$$%
Like my flow ain't cold like a New York winter
I don't stunt, I regulate

Seen empires separate
Best friends kill best friends everyday
For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

There's a Rich Porter story in every hood, DZA

Chorus: Smoke DZA

No matter how far we go
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Know my ^!$$%s stay down, we all we know

We gotta get it so we live it just remember what we do and won't stop

Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar

My turbulence put a burden on young herbs
Once it's crackin' it's a chain reaction minus Yung Berg
I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Take a shot at the Excorcist then X em out with these words
Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Big AK's like Alicia Keys abbreviated
And nowadays ^!$$%s stand behind em like Clive Davis
Clyde Drexler, before the hood got dribbled ^!$$%s right up on the stretcher

An understatement said that K. Lamar was under pressure
Don't press ya luck when I'm pressed for time
Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

The president's prayer can't save us in my cul-de-sac
There's codeine, crack and cognac enough violence to keep the devil smilin' while we whilin' on them corners with them ropes and rats
^!$$% build a trap house, hope his homies don't run his trap

See the Feds and tap out that's wrestler %#@!
Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your (*##$
We move in silence, like the potato tip when we ridin'

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens
You ain't been where I been, I know where I'm goin'
And life's a (*##$, I know that she hoing

I know what I'm sewing, what I reap
I know that I'm flowing like water from sea or water from creek
And if I don't speak, I know you ain't growin

Cuz I'm a leader, respect it when you see em
Accepted by yo new (*##$, yo old (*##$ and yo BM
Y'all always on that BS and PS I'm takin all things

I'm takin off first, this G6 is on it's way