Warning Shot

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] There's sixteen ounces to every pound Some shit is 'bout to go down Got sixty-four of 'em That's four of 'em, smoke somethin' Burn it down, this shit is four for a pound Y'all need cream, that's equivalent to a sixteen See, when I'm rappin' I'm trappin' Wasn't really good, well, subtract Then I'm steady addin', this is just a fraction Blunt matchin' after matchin' Matchin' after matchin' All by myself, ask Michael Phelps Bean pies and Philadelph' cheesesteaks on the menu Projects' right across from the venue After the show, I went outside and mingled I'm feelin' safe with the homie named God who's great Elijah Muhammad the 8th The Muslim homie told me he's straight Sent him a dub and a demo tape Penetrate the streets with the heat Like [inaudible], global warmin' in December Bathe in the [inaudible], that's how the kids' raised So a burner ain't nothin' Shoot him in his back for cold frontin' Let him hold somethin', he with the Devil down south Tell his ass to walk it out Burner in his mouth, blindfolded on the couch Give me the loot, give me the loot 'fore I shoot Rip a tooth and your tonsils too Exit out your neck bone, man, your shit gone I'm [inaudible] and notorious Niggas always gettin' me understood Better ask your hood, they know what's good Warnin' shot, Q, bitch [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I could stand in a pool of gasoline lightin' a blunt And never catch on fire How come? You silly motherfucker, I'm fire Smack the Devil over the cheek Gave him a third-degree burn Iced it down the same week and told him, 'You'll be okay' A lot of rappers are desperate to be a star by the day They hydroplanin' They hopin' that they catch they big break What are you sayin'? I feel I'm the one like a magician With a stick inside his hand of a name of a messy cane I gets ignorant with you Snap your picture, bitch, I'm famous I came in this world with nuts in my palm And drinkin' Paul Masson In a stolen Cavalier like I took LeBron Locked him in a basement and amputated his shootin' arm Now that's a stretch, Ab-Soul Like the fifty-mile strip when I'm pimpin' these hoes Call me Dolemite, no, I take that back Found out he gay as a [inaudible] or the way that they rap [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] I wish I had the very first verse I wrote I'd spit it right now So you can see the vast progression and the style Started as a child Now I'm a grown man like Benjamin Button in his fifties Fuck with me Still ain't learnt the power of a dollar, disregardin' Fif' Not cause I don't like him, just cause I don't save shit So high on my horse If I fall off I get kicked by a hoof 'fore I hit the hood And that was over they head, but I wish a nigga would Disrespect my intellect, I'm a cocky individual No subliminals, try to attack and I'll react like chemicals The doc should've brought him some of my mom's inner tubes Cause now I'm in the view of millions, takin' interviews I got interludes better than your singles Won't stop till I got a better reason to [inaudible] And if any of y'all want a piece of the God On 12/25 we send grief to your squad The only problem I got now is label offers on the table Like a table cloth is but I'm cautious I'm like what Jaws is to crawfish The big shot, that's why I talk my shit That's why they on my dick Like them little tricks that I taught your bitch She'd probably lick it if I unzipped these Dickies You need to quit it, knock it off I'm in your girl ear like a cotton swab And anythin' I say, I'm a blame it on that alcohol Like T-Pain on a song with Jamie Foxx I'm here cause it's my time, you came to watch Every day it's ceramics class, pass the pot