I'm in the studio

All day all night

Cookin' up the flow

Gettin' my career right

As I should

Tryna get my mama up out the hood

So don't blame me if I hustle like I'm broke

Cause all my life I've been broke

I'm K-Dot if you didn't know

Aiming straight for the top

Hub City beat

87 baby 87 Cudi screamin' out "Fuck the police"

Bubble kush in the trunk, choppers in the front seat

Get your top peeled back, don't chitterchat, don't speak of me

I move low-key, I think like a double OG

Inside of an old school bumpin' oldies

So high off life, that bitch I could OD

Die twice, and come back the same nigga

Lame niggas get up out of my lane nigga

Before the big rig come through and run over your brain nigga

Me propane niggas for their dividends

Forgive you innocent, Compton all of my uncles wore Pendletons

West Coast rider, bitch I'mma ride her

'Til the wheels fall off, buy more tires

Mmm, say hello to the new prince

I'm high king behind black tint

Na'mean?

I'm in the studio

All day all night

Cookin up the flow

Gettin' my career right

As I should

Tryna get my mama up out the hood

So don't blame me if I hustle like I'm broke

Cause all my life I've been broke

I'm K-Dot if you didn't know

Aiming straight for the top

Get the fuck out of my business

Because I've been handling the fuck out of my business

Grinding got perfect attendance

Flyer than first-class and detention

Uh, been a winner since the beginning

And my records show, not even in the Guinness

What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started

But you're on the sideline like Vince Lombardi

Weezy, new born baby? and it's my party

And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrarri

Like new ***, bright yellow **?

Bright red flag like a red velvet rope

Open for criticism, there really isn't any room for criticism

When this shit is in I'm in deeper than your pool, so I swim in towel-less

Bitch, I be and I been ballin'

I'm in the studio

All day all night

Cookin up the flow

Gettin' my career right

As I should

Tryna get my mama up out the hood

So don't blame me if I hustle like I'm broke

Cause all my life I've been broke

I'm K-Dot if you didn't know

Aiming straight for the top

Mmm, fuck 'em all, kill 'em all off

Send 'em off to the holy one

Put a hole in one, like miniature golf

Price on your head, and they trying to purchase

No matter the cost

Hand over the cloth

Cloth over the gun

Gun over your jaw

Bullet over your tongue

Stick my dick inside hip-hop and shorty's sprung

Every time I get a chance to come over I overcome

Over the snare drums

They say, "Who fucking with you if you the god MC?"

I tell 'em none

Get it? I tell 'em none

Catholic nor Christian, holding the book of sums

In the back of my True Religions

Never passed the bar but

I ain't got to study law

Just to judge lyrics

Mmm, I should be the judge of lyrics

Bang the gavel, give you a life sentence

I'm in the studio

All day all night

Cookin up the flow

Gettin' my career right

As I should

Tryna get my mama up out the hood

So don't blame me if I hustle like I'm broke

Cause all my life I've been broke

I'm K-Dot if you didn't know

Aiming straight for the top