Hall of Kings

[Produced by Marcus D] [Verse: Language Arts] Yeah we real fly all my niggas sell pies Egg ya fuckin house with a chopper let the shell fly Tell you nerds exactly what you gettin like the Dell guy Had her bring a scale by then we caught a L high Watch it cause the block is still hotter than the hellfire This is why grown ass niggas up in jail cry Before the pen pushin nigga I been pushin By 15 turning fiends into pin cushions Even them writtens couldn't see my off the head flow Pigs on the wire tryna listen like Prezbo Rappers talkin crazy shit dressin like lezbos Nigga thats the bottom line cause Stone Cold said so Touchdown treat your new city like an end zone Then dude bled so much I'm Drew Bledsoe Hit them niggas runnin until they give my bread so Call me Mr. Sand Man put you bitches to bed so fast You forgot you was sleepin on me ya leakin homie I cut the tongues off motherfuckers who speakin on me Ya girl work all week just to spend the weekend on me I'm in the hood every day and not just Beacon homie I bet you bitches haven't driven past skyway We get it in from Casino Road to Pac Highway Hit the weed twice been high since last Friday Smokers singing dancing like Usher thats my way Lotta phony niggas he ain't one When there was none i brought the 80's back like VH1 Turn ya brain to vegetables ya leakin V8 from And I just started warming up nigga we ain't done yeah Couple blunts in rotation call it double dragon The shit stank so bad I had to double bag it Smokin till my voice raspier than Jadakiss Niggas actin gayer than when lil wayne and Baby kiss Lookin like the kids showin ribs from the Make­a­Wish Staring at my plate starving cause they never ate a dish Homie I'ma killer whale in a tank wit beta fish Sharper than a ginsu fuck it i'll fillet the fish Half these lil local rats something I would pay to miss Knew that I could slay the bitch soon as I said hey to miss See money talks and they listen so I speak it fluent Touch mine I'll leave ya screamin while ya leakin fluid We all racing to the top I just beat ya to it Its hard to hold it straight when fully automatics shake Clappin' till the bullets and ya body playin patty cake Left the house young for my momma and my daddy's sake Ain't been back since 16 and I ain't had a break So have a seat lame every single beat flame Half these niggas rap even weaker than their street name God body baby watch me dance on the water And let a ho salute my shorts Camp Anawanna She so bad other bitches can't comment on her I leave Seattle in the morning land in Guatemala Never sleep till I live the dream thats on my momma