For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit What What the fuck We are leaders I just think you fucking with the wrong one

Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the

Mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low Smokin' on the low Schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect Like everyone I know What What more can I say now? I still been drinkin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

You come unto me just to question my roots But you could never walk a day in my shoes Fuck this shit, you can find me in the moshpit Been in the game for twelve years, what it do? Take it from the best, everything I do pops Fake ass bitches all around me

I usually don't do this, but fuck it You know what? (you know what?) You're like the hardest thing I've ever seen And I'm from the gutter so believe me I've seen some hard things You come from where the black flower grows I wanted to cut you down and

I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

La da da da da Fuck these niggas Know and know What's your name? How far is a light year? If I was being honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like

Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

I may not be as honest as I ought to be now When the walls go up, I said it didn't worry me But it hit me and I cannot hold it in I can just be paranoid, don't quell the desire to love What What was really going on, does it really fucking matter? Baby is all