Chorus

Man i hear them siren’s,
look how we riden,
there’s 4 convicted felons
that’s only in my backseat,
I’m like an athlete high-speed
with handles, putten the pedal
to the metal like Dominic Toretto,
man this ain’t grand it’s strait
theft auto, so homie you
gotta go same with that bag
full of chronic, uhh dippen
yoken northeast Portland,
middle finger to the pig’s of
fucken multnomah county

Verse 1

I bend them curves flip them birds,
twist syllables like grape swishers,
I race with words first place with slurs
like slim shady’s first two albums, Im
I’m always in the kitchen man that’s
where my studio is at, always choppin
screwin tracks like my minds a pyrex
pot of crack, but my other homie Iron
Chef with the microwave and the coke
on deck, how the fuck you think we
funded this, my mixtapes money
launderin, hell ya my sniper spotted
him, flip the safety option button man,
laser beam on target bam, now he
mushed faced all fat albert style, brush
like swade or timberland, off the face
of the earth for fucken good, dont fuck
with me i buck-50 leave you perma
crip walken, my hussle is this hip-hop
game, the words i spit are like dope
to a brain, so nigga don’t complain
come song ending, when your dopamine
depletes its me

Verse 2

O my god i’m so for gone, i just don’t
belong mongst normal guy’s, abnormal
as a mental home smoke doja like its
legalized, i’m fedro can’t you see by now,
i’m an up and coming bobby brown,
wuddup to chris all daps and pounds,
their equal right it’s womans rights,
can’t they let me do my thang, aint no
time to waist till 2012, I’ma be in a bomb
shelter strapped for war, like patton fam
and that’s for sure, with a hammer in my
boxer drawers, artillery like It’s desert
storm, stack millions like a stock broker,
ruthless like eazy’s records, nigga fuck
a stupid beezy bro, they downfall all
our good drug lords, scandal’s like they
Tanya heart, I sold my heart to the black
market, on black wall-street ya down in
compton, got contacts but i don’t fuck
with glasses, like travis porter I’ll never
lover her cuz my money’s never passed
no judgement


Verse 3

I’ma hussle till I’m 6 feet deep, use muscle
when i serve my P’s, the siren sounds
emergency, my wordplay sting’s like a bumble
bee, but the audience touched my bee hive
see now I’m on e on stage hyphy, now I’m
gettin paid to live my dream, I’ve now pursuited
happiness, some call me lil scrappy bitch,
hell ya I’ll scrap if you a bitch, black white or
brown no racist shit, but i box like de la hoya
ding, but now days I’m on my holsta tip,
because the kids now days they pistol pack,
this is david krauss I’m a grown ass man,
but still Butch cassidy a lil black ass