Because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
Years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
None of y’all fuckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah

[Chorus]
Mr. One through Five, that’s the only logic
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
Checkin’ for me heavy ’cause I go yeah, I go yeah
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Here we go!
100K spread ‘cross the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah
I got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
My daddy commissary made it to commas

Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
They won’t take me out my element
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
They won’t take me out my element
I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
Most of y’all gon’ squeal
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
[Verse 2]
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
I been stomped out in front of my mama
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
You ain’t frontline, get out the goddamn way
[Verse 1]
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
We okay, we let the A1 fly
‘Cause most of y’all ain’t real
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
[Intro: Kid Capri]
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy

Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Seven figures, hoe, that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri
Niggas thought that K-Dot real life
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
Nah, take me out my element
for free, huh? Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A.
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
Goddamn us all if you won’t(yuhhh)
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy D.O.T.
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
New Kung Fu Kenny
That’s why you maney-ass rap niggas better know
Most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?

Goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy

Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Kid Capri]
Niggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
Y’all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck
[Chorus]
Nah, take me out my element
They won’t take me out my element
I’m willin’ to die for this shit
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
[Bridge]

Nah, take me out my element
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
[Verse 3]
Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Damned if I do, if I don’t (yuhhh)
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
But it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists