Neva bend + son of sam

[Part 1: neva bend]

[Intro: George Clinton]
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Looking hard but won't realize
That they will never see the P!
You see this? Holy shit
It's not your fault

[Verse]
Never been rattled or weakened
Most of these niggas slaves, I've never been challenged or beaten
You niggas average with defense, bitch I'm a master when teaching
This math I release to the masses
I practice and preach it like pastors will spеak to your asses
Better tеll a friend, I was in hell now I'm in [?]
I'm [?] my guy I've never been, nigga
The goal widening, won't stop until gold shining in my bros' pockets is laced
The dope got me in space, Sparco thraxx nigga narcos back
Smoking on the color purple this that [?] pack
Niggas talking like some nerds I'm like who are those cats
If I pull up on they curb I might just rob those cats
See if they hatin', go put them on
I'm like who taught bro that, niggas always throwing shots until we pop those back
These niggas always throwing rocks until my dogs throw back
Shit get real, y'all know that, do y'all want that?
Think about it, nigga, let me know (let me know)

[Part 2: son of sam]

[Verse]
Scribbling writtens while I'm twistin' up a joint
Wishing all my niggas get the point of why I'm ripping shit
I'm finna get the coins
Been runnin' this shit for so long, I feel it in my groin
Fuck the world and let it rip soon as I feel it in my loins
Lyrics and instrumental is a [jawn?]
Mix the shit conjoined
I'm a boss just peep the shit that get enjoyed
Young brother on his job, it's like the nigga is employed
I'm from the southside, I'm feelin' like I'm Lloyd
Shotcaller on these rabbid ass hoes
I smash and pass hoes, I'm a toxic ass trip?
With all these acid rap flows, and I ain't talkin' Travis Scott
The way I Cactus Jack foes, most you rappers mad hoes
I'll tag and bag foes for bad jokes
The way I spit raps the sage of six [?], I came with a staff
Fuck your label, I bang at your staff
The way this shit is going up bitch I should make me a graph
Young PLUS on the horizon like I'm raising a calf
Dirty niggas get bullets, I just gave 'em a bath
Clean 'em up, can't beat 'em up but bitch my gang finna blast
Like a truant student nigga you just ain't in my class
I been smokin' presidential just like Raegan and Taft
Tell them niggas I need a hundred thousand dollars and a rubber band
So I can walk around the town like I'm the fuckin' man
Ay, these niggas steady hatin' but I'm like fuck 'em man
Cause nigga I'll go son of Sam with this gun in hand
The leader of the operation look how I run the plan
Don't need no fuckin' operation, don't need no fuckin' friends
Imma die alone nigga so Imma fly alone
Then when the Tesla get here bet only my daughter ride along
Stone Island jacket match the Forces
Kill a rapper and drag the corpse to the back of my massive fortress
My homies [?] told me never let those folks control me
I'm forever going Kobe, nobody ever gonna hold me
Nigga I'm a pimp, nobody ever gonna hold me
You could bet on it, put bread on it
And if they flex on it they getting repped on it
Getting stepped on for the green bag
Lil' nigga I mean that, and nigga fuck your feedback
I'm still rolling up Sparco nigga fuck your weed pack
Pussy, yeah
Uh, yeah

[Outro: André 3000]
'Cause if it wasn't for him, yanamsayin', we wouldn't be here. But it's like this though: I'm tired of folks, yanamsayin'—them closed-minded folks, yanamsayin'. It's like we got a demo tape and don't nobody wanna hear it
But it's like this, the South got somethin' to say. That's all I got to say
Richy!