Frauds and Lames

You better back up off me
And leave me alone
Shit back on grizzly
Man ya boy n a zone

Ain't no new sensation
I have been around for minute
Lyrics autobiographical
The glow is vintage

Ain't no happy rap nigga
Me i am the grim reaper
Nigga with a attitude
Anti wiz khailifa

See i dont give a fuck
Fact is i never did
Always stated to myself
Was a weird lil kid

But my hands was nice
When it came to them
Street fights disrespect me
And u gonna pay the damn price

Man i take lives
And fuck they wives
U a scary muthafucka
I can see it ya eyes

Crawl i dont do
Nails i dont chew
When that line is crossed
My attitude is fuck you

Too me is like whatever
Got my whole crew together
As long as we as one
Ain't a storm we can't weather

I focused on the task
Never bring no false shit
One the way too the top
Took one or two losses

This is gods work
Ain't a nigga can't stop me
Me i call it confidence
U bitches call it cocky

I put two brothers
And a sister three college
I did from heart i dont need
To be acknowledge

Got that inner respect
I dont need rolex
Too floss my success
My life has been a test

Hook
Its that west coast aftershock
Before it or not we done changed
The game alot of years
Went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x

I got that big black dick
To make a bitch nut quick
Got a bad attitude so that
I must admit

When it comes to rap
I am off the meat rack
You either with me
Or against simple as that

Have my little homies
Ain't my freind so fuckum
Got a funny vibe gonna
Like i just could trustum

Pockets stay knotted
Fuck hoes who look exotic
Flood the block with music
Like we use to do narcotics

I am not bad guy
I am just trying to get by
I rely on avalon to light
Them up if i die

Got a smile on my face
As i am counting papes
On the low ya baby mama
Trying too give me a taste

Scandoulous we can handle this
The eastside way
So when you see me
We can jump right into that gun play

No words is spoke
My dick down your bitch throat
Got her falling in love
With every motherfucking stroke

Ya boy in charge
Got a full body massage
She bought me groceries
With her ebt card

Your nothin but hype
With me u dont compare
The type of nigga
Who would piss on himself from a stare

You practice looking hard
But thats just a mirage
On twitter niggas beefing
Acting like they some broads

Let tell motherfucking
About back in the day'
I was raised
On too short and N.W.A

Hook
Its that west coast aftershock
Before it or not we done changed
The game alot of years
Went by we gotta do it again cuz its filled with frauds and lames 4x