No More Parties In LA

[Verse 1: D'Shaun]

Look, I 'ont keep no tabs on
These hoes
I keep my black neck & white teeth
In some Tommy gold

I swear that in these streets
My words strong like I print in bold
& nah I ain't built like these niggas
I break the mold

Ball hard no Rogaine
This blunt filled with propane
I blow racks like Coltrane
My niggas want the whole thang

Yo no se' with old bae
Need new clothes, got new hoes
Hanging out the window
Screaming get money fuck these hoes!

Bad boy like B.I.G. them
Yo chick swallow children
Been fresh since Cotillion
These hoes tell no Hilton

Told my Granny
These lines gone make me rich
But that shit, Won't make me crazy
It's mo' money mo' problems
But shit
Problems ain't never phase me

These niggas is unimpressive
I'm constantly counting blessings
Cuss greatness is on the way
I can feel it a nigga destined

'Member Moonwalking, in a onesie
Telling mommy, bout my dreams n' shit
She told me to believe in it, pray on it
Then achieve the shit

My time coming fast
Like my first time cheating
& it got my drive high
Like my first time chiefing

Uh

Won't be satisfied until this
Money to the ceiling
Chilling tryna make a grip
A nigga balling on a pivot

Steady pimping, slowly picking part
The present competition
Tryna tell ya like it is, I'm what it is
They what it isn't

& A nigga been real
Since his hair was Latrell Sprewell
Walk around with a detail
Pay attention to detail

Should've been named Kal-el
Like my father was Jor-el
Royalty we in the house
Knock on door & ring the doorbell

Shorty wanna try me
Get a sample of this pedestal
Serve you anywhere
Like I keep a square register

I ain't seen a Ye' beat
Look anymore edible
Since Ye did Barry Bonds
Back when a nigga was a snagger tooth

Told em we gone be some legends
& They still ain't believe us
Had to jet on them niggas
Just call me Darelle Revis

Went from underachieving
To who the city believe in
Got no TLC for PYT's
A nigga still creeping

I been rapping my ass off
7 days out the week
You niggas soft, Shawn Cotton
& Ya girl SayCheese

Oh please
Faith of mustard seeds
Couldn't move me
I been on in my zone, 3-2, 2-3

I remember back in high school
These hoes couldn't see
& Now my music like they grade levels
That shit on repeat

Aye I'm the hottest in the city
Fuck ya blog and ya tweet
Ya retweet, ya remix, ya video
Yo press release

Fuck yo DM, hit yo BM
From the AM to PM
Uh, Pockets full of Kel (Kale)
& My wallet on Keenan

'Now that's a good line,'
This verse is redruM on a rewind
That's an even better line
This whole verse deserves a 'Selah,'

I remember tying my du-rag
& Lacing up my Filas
Playing 'Big Shit Popping'
Tryna be as big as TI

Knew i had the power
Like Kanye & Dwele
So I, stay sincere
As the co-star in 'Belly'

I 'ont do this shit for fun
Tryna ball Pele Pele
Very Scary,Very Scary
No more parties out in SA

HEY

Exhaling greatness
I'm the one it's in my lungs nigga
Shorty call me daddy, call me daddy
How I son niggas

Nigga's on the mound
With the bat, never bunt nigga
Out here on the prowl for the crown
On the hunt nigga

Never getting Z's
See these G's more important
Whole fam born to ball
My uncle named my cousin Courtland

Uh

When i ain't have shit
I had to figure what's important
Put my family over everything
Only God come before em

Heard they never love you
They won't love you til you dead huh?
But my niggas love me like
My name was Charles Manson

While they sleep on me
I'ma kill em in they bedtime
She do the coke and cunnilingus
Nigga that's a headline