The Perfect Amount (Shook Ones Part II)

[Speaking Intro: B. Raw] We all the way live [Verse 1: B. Raw] I don't only spit crack, it's drugs, that's all special My car matte black, my Mac is all metal I'm seeing things serene from the view at my level Molly water at the festival, moving O's like a decimal Ducking from the federal, searching for an exit route Stepping up the level that the predecessor set for you Ha, it's just we playing around Mixing up different with 'em something from the usual style Yeah, it's the crew and we wild You know the dudes be turning up when our tunes bump in your house We bring the perfect amount of something moving to the listener Move into position with some dudes that's influential With alarming flows to wake up those who snoozing on the future Of the industry, this music life is too good to be true [Jay Knapp] And Breezy, why they still don't believe me? Why can't they see that we can't be defeated? Who faster than me to packed for the weekend And cancel his plans to lay a track with the team huh? [B. Raw] Why can't they see that we just after the dream? Backpack fulla tracks that we rap for the people Jay, tell me who you know that's gon' be faster than me To grab the passenger seat and be the first on the feature [Jay Knapp] A couple white iPhones with cracks on the screen A couple white kids spittin' crack for the green With a pad and a pen not a gat in the jeans But who gon' try and flex when we got Mac on the scene huh? [B. Raw] Not a single person with a half-brain believe me Leaving other rappers aghast with our speech Passing competition on our path to the peak Got a pack in the back traveling stashed in the seat [Verse 2: Jay Knapp] I got these instrumentals playing in the back of my head In the shower, while I'm driving, laying back in my bed I grab a pad and a pen and like that I'm at it again I'm down to shatter a record to show I'm avid and willing I spit it magically thrilling so I can stack up some bread Fuego sacked up again, my ex came back with a vengeance And I'm like dammit again, I'm like this already happened But it'll pass in the end, so I don't have any stress I've got no time for that nonsense no I don't have any left No I don't have any, check me, no I don't have any left Two things you'll never catch me with is any envy or debt So let your jealousy settle this kid is lacking regrets Laughing at rappers who think to Knapp they a threat It's honestly funny that you have that in your head It's like you love getting bloodied, it's like you're asking for death But if that's really how you want it I'ma grant the request And still they talkin' And still they talkin' But it's love or attention, and I love the attention Still the one they discussin' I'm the one that they mention Tell 'em it's nothin', tell 'em I'm ready Tell 'em I'm coming they lining up at the entrance Get it off of my chest and get it onto the setlist Dropped it in Gainesville it erupted in Flemin' I'm getting paid still I'm accustomed to winnin' And coming from J-ville you wouldn't have thought it But I'm never gonna have a losing season again I'm Iverson rhyming I'm shooting threes with my pen Counting the profit while you're increasing your debt My homies driving through mountains and moving trees from the west I'm praying to God that they make it back home safe Swinging for the parking lot I'll make it to home plate The squad is my family, and the game is my soulmate Delivered the gold tape, what are they gon' say? Act like they know Jay, never crack and I don't break Take it back to the old days 'n change rap in a bold way Change rap in a bold way