[ Featuring Bun B ]
Say
I'm in my zone, I'm in my bag, you in the way
You outta line, If you cross it then boy you finna pay
I'm amped up and I'm pissed off and bout to blow
So if you ain't about this life then get up out the door
I'm OG and I'm so seasoned
That I could do you dirty in a hurry for no reason
It's no pleasing
People like me
Cuz we don't deal with your type of person
I take you off the map
Off the rip with no rehearsing
A different kind of dude cut from a different cloth
That you can't do a thing about
Cuz boy you just too soft
Like the Pilsbury dough boy versus Doughboy from ""Boyz In The Hood"", you better take it slow boy
Cuz if you start to speed it up
Shit will get heated up
Cuz then it's beef and all I know is eat it up
Take my advice and take the next flight up out of town
Cuz after midnight
You pay the price it's going down
One, two, rappers I run through
Throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Suckas gon' hate
Been trill like Bun B
I'm built for it
My mind body and soul ready
I'm in position to run the mission
So hold steady
A lot of dudes is straight haters and so petty
Wanna see me fall
but I stand tall and get more fetti
A sure bet you can bank on it
Spit that trill shit that hit as hard as a tank
Don't it?
Boathouse is on the beat
Tell that boy put some stank on it
Suckers talking real tough but you can tell on the cool that they ain't want it
See when it come down to that pressure we apply it
You tryna test the triple OG don't even try it
Cuz what you tryna sell, we ain't finna buy it
When it come to real shit we the ones that supply it cant deny it
One, two, rappers I run through
Throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Suckas gon' hate
Been trill like Bun B
