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Intro
I like to welcome you all
To our little spot where we get down, you know
Kick a few bars, smoke some cigars, vibe out
I got some real talented musicians in the house today (Word)
Discreet Merchants in here, but yo
I notice a lot of y'all don't like to say my name when you talk about lyricism
This is for you
Verse
Wide open for the J and I'm Schea Cotton (Swish)
I'm makin' it rain while you stuck in the paint, watchin'
I'm keepin' the game poppin'
When I'm trappin' on the block, it remind you of name droppin'
'Cause I'm magic with the rock like I'm Earvin Dwayne Johnson
Please
Pavé ringin', Sade singin'
Slidin' up Broadway leanin', a suave king
Runnin' through blocks like I'm Donta Freeman
My Glock stay fiendin'
That pole stay DeVante swingin' (Brra da daa)
I told you 'bout the keys in the Winnebago
Them squares help me taste the bread like they in the Eggo
I was in the H though
Fuckin' with niggas pourin' promethazine in the Faygo
Tellin' me that shit is fuego
They know I'm on some other shit
I came to this bitch on a mothership
Cut from a miraculous cloth
My body was peacefully restin' in a sarcophagus
A god with his arms crossed over, The Emerald Tablets of Thoth
A man of perfection, I mastered the essence of astral projection
The ancestors blessed the dimension travellin' boss
Imagine the sauce I drip just 'cause melanin exist
Like fuckin' pussy fresh out, you failin' in this bitch
I went from not havin' a pot piss in
To havin' a master bathroom upstairs
It's levels to this shit (Yeah)
They ask me how I feel about whoever think they better
How does leather feel about pleather?
Get whoever you can get (Now)
The Top Ramen eater
Who pop llama heaters
Hotter than thermometers in Nevada
Hotter than lava and fevers
The COB Godfather leader
Red beamin' you cats, them spots not a cheetah
Them shots knock you out of your hot Prada sneakers
Don Dada, Top Shotta, leave you beneath the docks
While I'm on Cohibas in Botswana in a hot sauna
Speakers throbbin' Tupac, gettin' top from a top model diva
She a hot mamma mia (Take that)
You can't fuck with me, might as well forfeit
I'm Schea Cotton, the one they scared to step on the court with
Dear summer, fuck rappin', I'm goin' corporate
To break on through to the other side on my door shit
Your lordship, my lyrics is locked in
Y'all rap about 'bout work
How many niggas is clocked in?
Won't mention my name, you hatin', I guess that's what happens
When you interview Rakim and you in Eminem's top ten
(Haters)
Hol' up, tell these niggas where I'm from (L-L-Long Beach)
Eastside, motherfucker (Ayy)
The city where the weed bags really the realest
We hall of fame with them sacks, nigga, Willie McGinest
I really love this shit as if rap was my grandfather
Imagine my disappointment in Afrika Bambaataa
But fuck it, I'm back on the track, massacre, manslaughter
The vanguard of this art 'cause I happen to rap harder than
Asphalt in the black part of town where them rounds just crack armor
I'm strapped when I'm relaxin' in bathwater
It's Crooked, Long Beach Mount Rushmore
You decide the other three but it's us four (Facts)
Who did it better, for twenty years plus more? (Who?)
You either high or you lyin', that's the uproar (Fuck boy)
Sleep on my team, my desert eagle your dreams
I can push keys 'till all my green equal your streams
I can bring a couple llamas through to double entendre you
That means your DNA leak in your jeans (Got you)
You feel me? But I'm on a higher vibration
I don't wanna homicide my nation
I just wanna make the simplest quotes intricate dope
If it's about the purest lyricist on the coast
You listenin' to the GOAT
(Keep going, hear me? Huh? Huh?)
If it's about the purest lyricist on the coast, you listenin' to the yo
Outro
And you don't stop
East Side, Long Beach, you don't stop (Long Beach)
North Side, Long Beach, you don't stop (North North)
West Side, Long Beach, you don't stop (No, West Side)
To my niggas in Compton and you don't stop (Sup Carson)
To my niggas in Watts and you don't stop (What's going, Hawthorne)
All my South Central niggas, yeah, and you don't stop
(Whats up, Gardia)
To my niggas in the Valley and you don't stop (The IDI)
To my niggas in the Bay, yeah, and you don't stop (Inglewood) (Wooh)
Worldwide and you don't stop (Inglewood)
Schea Cotton
Yeah (East Side)
(East Side)
South, the Midwest, the East Coast
(Hahaa)
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