[Verse 1]

Now let's take a trip to the side of the land

Trustin’ in them before thinkin' bout your own clan

Now if I hit the chronic, I’ll start rapping bionic

So enough with the punk shit

With them fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the shot

I ain't got no heart for yall punk ass marks, but dont start you’ll get got shot

Its tha DST with the Nine Double-M and That Pembroke Love, and I’ll keep sticking

If ya biting the lyrics, then you gonna pay

Continue to say, then you’ll get tooth decay

So give up to the Pembroke Psycho

Cuz with them wack ass roasts you must as well just let go

Now you couldn’t hang ever since from the get-go

Putting them suckaz in the ground with my voicе that's hallow

And there some things that ain't plannеd for the average man

Like getting knocked out with a frying pan

Ya want me to get him? Well, I got him

My mouth is like an Uzi, and I shot him

With a hundred rhymes and mythic designs

This time I draw the line, just chill

Nobody touch him, cuz Ima get physical

And this time, Ima have to shoot to kill

You got beef with what I do? Talk to the bunny, sonny

Most muthafuckaz say it's all about the money

Now you want me to deal with a situation that I hold the gun and

To kill them muthafuckaz that's done in

You’re egomanic, while me? Im a brainiac

Ima Knocc U Out Tha Box, get off my dick

[Interlude]

(Woo!)

[Verse 2]

Now it's Phase Two, and ya know I roll with the good dough

The G-O-O-D Type of Dough

Yeah, like I said, Ima have to shoot to kill

Dudez think I'm soft cuz now im in the rap game still

And Im a teenager, not giving a fuck with a little bit of gold and a pager

First punk to run up, I'm the one to blast

Damn, wish it didn’t it even had to come to this

But now you on my shitlist

And nah, you can't convince me to co-exist

And there's fake fans in the mix, as if they really love me

With them fake ass smiles on they face, but thinkin they can control me like a puppet

But I ain't dumb, so i say fuck it

But ya just need to open ya eyes and look

Ya bestfriend could be a goddamn crook

But on top of this bullshit, heres some advice

Never let a girl make you, let alone let a hoe break you

They tryna plan a scheme on what you got

Cuz what you got, them marks jot

And they just some fucking clowns

The women love it, and us brothers hate it

They can't stand but to see you make it

So what you gonna do?

A girl could be your downfall, even got you on a hook

The bitch dont even take half, but the hoe takes it all, just look

Now check to see how ya cards are dealt in the game

Cocky-ass dudes wanna flex like they tough

But deep down inside when they ain't built for the rough

Sure, reality bites hard plus it dont a fuck

But a dude like me ain't never giving up

Mmh, I fuck with that

Alright kick that shit

Ooh, Wee! Damn! That shit hard

Wait, Wait, Wait, Hold up

I ain't done, Ayy

Comeback, Comeback, Comeback

[Outrp]

And you got to know I ain’t for none of it, because now the DST’s dumping

The hollow point rounds that got all them fools humping

Genuine draft in clutch, I'm gettin funky with ya hoe

Cuz she is soft to the touch

Then I'm out, fading them brothers with no hoes

And I see ya ass Ima Knocc U Out Tha Box

You got a real taste of the D-O-P-E Dough