Yo

Supa Good

Inglewood

Listen

Bullets in the clip hot

Pull it and a kid drop

Would he ever live if he grew up in a Ziploc?

Sheltered from the riff-raff

Never heard of hiphop

Caught up in the grit, still they holler, "Fear not"

Aimin' for the lid, better be in tip-top

Family from the Beach, showed him how to Crip walk

Brother was a Blood, he slangin' that Chris Rock

Got minutes on the wristwatch

Watchin' as it tick-tock

Barely had a piss-pot

Bloody as his fist got

Muddy as his kicks got

Homie never did stop

Aimin' to get rich, he takin' a clear shot

Family's at the goal, he buyin' 'em clear lots

'Bout to show the world as soon as this **** drops

That he spill his soul every time he clear his thoughts on paper, uh

This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper)

If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper

Still stack that **** up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper)

On paper

Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body

Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti

What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there?

**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Supa)

The streets sick enough and ain't no antidote

The goddamn Rugers, they'll pick you up and split your cantaloupe

A hard damn ruler, you still align, these niggas like antelope

You know your shooters, you still define a real life general (Listen)

Calle atrás, calle vas

Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre

Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche

After all the darkness, y'all, the sun gon' shine again, that's on bones

He black, Mexican, and homegrown

I do this for my next of kin and my zone

And for that paper, ah

This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper)

If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper

Still stack that **** up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper)

On paper, nigga

Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body

Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti

What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there?

**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Listen)

Calle atrás, calle vas

Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre

Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche

Fire cars and smokin' carbon

Nose deposits, fill up lungs, chokin' artist

Half the **** I spit was never written down

They **** with what I wrote regardless