Look Out For Detox

[Intro] Uh, shoutout to ScHoolboy Q He uglier than a motherfucker (laughs) [Verse] 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 Oh my God you gotta see There’s never no I's in me Of an Odyssey, I’m a block away Fire marshal's moving in Marshmallows inside my pen Sweet sixteens Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I’m so appalled With the prototype with a godly protocol You an amateur, they wanna pro to call I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada I don’t care where ya are Just blink twice and I’m there where you are Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short Water in the pot, flow crack rock like Bam Bam nigga Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga Had a black Camry, bumpin' Dipset, Killa Cam nigga I had been around niggas, killas, pimps You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch Shoved off the porch when I was like six Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6 Kick in the door K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick Momma 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 spear at the omen You looking at the 2010 Romans Empire, Hiiipower HP, in ya face like HD And I spit like a HK I’mma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G Problem and Hootie nigga Tell the government come shoot me, nigga Cause I’m going 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 PJs Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way God-Damn, y'all cold Mark of the beast wear your god damn bar-code Stuck in the street where it's 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 shit, when I got my first chain All the niggas tried to take it from me I had to fight back and shit Get it back and shit And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit Like he back that shit Acting like you real or something Nigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped no collar Go pop some pills or something You trying real hard to appeal to someone I’m being myself, my BFF is a BM-dub With your BM in it and your stash box glove And a medicine a doctor gave a nigga won't help I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself I bet I finish on a level with a Black belt I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed, like Bla bla bla bla where the knife at? Cut cut cut where your life at? Your careers over, he’s slumped over And if I'm off beat know I’m un-sober That's a new flow Pl-, Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the new year and I sumo on a rap peer Not a rapper, I’m a raptor That's a T-Rex in a V-neck for the rapture I’m a factor and your facial I will fracture to a fraction No one-half and I hate math Pastor’s like Eddie long, fucking maricon Took me mighty long to get here Nigga, Fuck!