Look out for Detox — текст песни

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the tire marks

When the relay starts I’m a runaway slave

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

God MC I’ma guide you guide and see

There’s never no Ozzy me

If I hide and see, I’ma block away

Fire marshals moving in

Marshmallows inside my pen

Sweet sixteens, got sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I’m so appalled, with a prototype with a guy now protocol

You an amateur, they wanna protocol

I damage ya on camera in Compton, in Canada

I don’t care where ya are

Just spit twice and I’m there where you are

Like a shadow in the dark,

you a paddle in the boat in an ocean

of sharks bout to come up short

What in the park, throw crack rock,

like bam bam n*gga have two grams n*gga pay your nook,

Blam blam n*gga, have the black cam, dipset killa Cam n*gga

Killers, been around sh*t but your momma and your b*tch

Shoved out the kush when your mom was like six

Uncle bobby got the house ready back in 06

Kick in the dough, K was in the kitchen way before

I even heard of Mike Vick.

Mom in the bathroom poppa at work

Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church

Look at my shirt, Polo on it

It’s gon' sell if my logo on it

I fear no opponent, a demon come near and I might throw

a spirit at the omen

You looking at the 2010 Romans

Empire, high power HP, in ya face like HD

And I spit like a HK

I’ma shop like a H3 HUBCITYADNYG

Problem ain’t hoody n*gga

Tell the government come shoot me, n*gga

Cause I’m oging out with a fist raised and a fist full

of money give it to a fifth grade

Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade

with a democratic politician from CA

They don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K

making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ

Give us some free J’s put us in PJ’s

Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way,

God-Damn, your call

Marketing base where the god damn bar-code stuck in

the street was dark like Harpo

Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go

Although I’m in the land of milk and honey

Nobody never gave me sh*t, when I got my first chain

All the n*ggas tried to take it from me

I had to fight back and sh*t

Get it back and sh*t

And you rap n*ggas looking funny tryna talk back and sh*t

Like he back that sh*t

Acting like you real or something

N*gga ain’t popped no steel, ain’t popped no

Go pop some pills or something

You trying real hard to appeal to summer

I’m being myself, my BFF is a BMW

With your BM in it and your stash box glove and a medicine

that the doctor gave a n*gga won’t help

I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself

I bet I finish at a level with a Black belt

I bet it everywhere every rapper get killed

Bra, bra, bra, where da knife at, cut cut where ya life at

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

Everyone beating on, I’m sober

That’s a new flow, (?) gave me some Kush and some Nuvo

New dough for the year and I sumo and I rap here

Not a rapper, I’m a raptor, that’s a T-Rex

and a V-neck for the rapture

I’ma factor and you’re facial

I’m a fracture to a fraction

No one half and I hate math

Pastor’s like Eddie long, f*cking maricone

Get me mighty low and get here

N*gga f*ck