Tell the DJ to play my hit
Guaranteed you ain’t heard nothing like this
You see me with a bottle then you better know it’s on
Turnt up
Standing on couches all night long
I represent the City so I do it for the Beach
More than likely you ain’t met nothing like me
On my grown man yeah I hold my own
When I’m on one, it’s best you leave me aloneFrom the bottom so we party like we one top
Getting love from everybody and its non-stop
Everybody going hammer when the beat drop
Turn it up, are you ready or notWe going Hammer
And we don’t wanna stop
And get up off our jock because we be riding on top (We going Hammer)
You can do what you want so turn it up its your world, your world
Tonight, we going in, we celebrating
Tonight…Hammer 4xSlow down we gon start it off right
Belly full of Henny, turn up my mic
We can switch it up
Hit em with the dirty sprite
If you trying turn it up
We got whatever you like
Dark skin, light skin, I love them all the same
Trying figure out who imma make my main
But I aint choosing
I ain’t choosing
Baby if you on my team, I ain’t losing

All about that dough
All about that dough
Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store
get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2xIts real, as a non fiction flick, sittin still is hard to do
when that Ritalin is now apart of u
misdiagnosis, they told me I had ODD in third
grade, that’s a trap for me its sad
sick these games they play
the school to
prison pipelines is realer than ever
cant be a statistic so I gotta stay clever
but when u see me all. I see is preconceived notions
Black man got emotions
its just illegal to show it
SoEverybody wanna blame the thugs
but don’t wanna blame the CIA for all the drugs
they flooded the hood with. Heroin and that
crack
they call us extreme every time we fight back
I’m breaking through ya glass ceiling
and that’s for real
long as all. Of my people feel it? I don’t need a deal
u can keep ya Grammy red carpet and awards
accolades ain’t even what we out here fighting forAll about that dough
All about that dough
Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store
get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2x

I’m on that other
No other with a flow like him
Poisonous style, that’s the reason they don’t bite him
No Titan
I’m more like a Lyken writing
Strive em like triton my spider sense are quiet enticing
When I’m in the booth it’s curtains
When I’m in the streets, its love
I’m simply doing what I do
Giving the people what they want
So eclectic
Esoteric
Shock them like my soul is electric
The west coast cherish my expertise
This sound is astounding, got them bouncing like trampolines
Tell me who aint feeling me
I show you a hater
It’s either that or I’m the type of artist they afraid of
Yo momma warned ya about those monsters under the bed
Now I’m here
This time we come in peace and that’s to reverse your fear
Serious as the DoGod
Original son of the Sun
I’m shinning bright in yo lives
And since I’m in the image of it, leave them like oh my god

I’m tryin find something to feel
But I can’t relate cuz I’m real
It’s what the people been waiting for
I couldn’t make them wait no more

I grind seven circles round them until they dizzy
By the way my project sell
Ya’ll can tell I’ve been getting busy
It’s time to separate the artist from crooks
Speaking of truths that can’t be found within the ink of a book
You only intelligent artificially, we for real
I’m way to ill with skill and I be writing songs they can feel
I saw the format and said F it
I’m working for self
Never let another provide your definition for wealth
This is deeper than rap
We teaching life lessons
Mathematic habits, addicts for progress
Putting the paper in proper context…

The older new, the newer the older
Don’t really matter
We toast to the truth
Live and breathing, DOB from the Beach though
I’m planting seeds to eventually see all my trees grow
And for I let you out of school
I need to know you found the tools
To build your pyramid, word to my brotha Howard Hughes
LOTLA

I had to give it to them raw
Ya’ll making my city look bad
With yo basic a** flow
You gang banging
That’s old
Where your bars at?
Gotta check your car fax
You ain’t official with this rap shit
Because if it ain’t jewels, clothes or ratchets
You lost
I was born and breed for this
You can tell I’m a specialist?
With this microphone excellence
Pessimistic got my blessedness
Your hood stripes don’t qualify you to represent this
Aint the land of the zebras
More like
Shock the achievers
No, this is not the arena for your ego and pride
We pry open hearts to see if any eagles inside…

I got this juice
With orange…in the booth
Man all of you rapper boof
And until you prove otherwise
Just give credit where it is due
Many have tried and failed
They still aint F’in with Lou
Ducking the truth like Catholic priest
Lyrically I show cyphers what a disaster be
It’s a masterpiece.