Yeah I like this shit right here Yeah, Jay Rock Top Dog Entertainment, yeah You know I gotta keep it gudda on this one, nigga Cause that's what I represent, motherfucker I'm going in Look at me now, they loving my name Applying pressure, Jay Rock crushing his game You up in my lane, then it's a must you be slayn Fake niggas yell out my name to honor some fame Shame y'all lames, my bars are vivvid Your's are scripted, Jay Rock fact, you fiction Cocked back, blast you missing Bash bitches, kill tracks so severe, no chance for stitches Solid, don't fold, won't stand with snitches Seen the police, the land man and prison Damb, I'm from the projects, the land of killers Got pumps like Ark, get your mans a fill up Like a screwdriver, I'm a true rider Can't deny it, city surviver I'm still hungry, treat the block like a potluck You bring your dish, I eat your shit I'm bout it bout it, Rock used to rip hives Got weed, pushing water like riptides I love the south, they rock chains and cars I'm from the west, all we do is pop things and rob Shit I'm like Mac 10, I bang and bomb For my fans, I shit on you fakes and frauds This is Top Dog Ent, he next in charge Run your mouth, fuck around, put your life on pause I'm too gudda, when it come to my stacks Hit the hood, make it rain, and I'm snatching it back I'm a playa, fuck 1 bitch, I'm snatching a batch And we at the hotel, put the stick down they back Yeah watch counting [?] Pants sagging, red ragging, and I'm holding my gat Cause niggas out here, thinking I'm pussy Till I cock back, leave they fuckin head mushy Too rough, like a couple of O's Do a couple of shows, do a couple of hoes And we still cooking up, D work in my stove Got a frunt Chevy thing, if they kick in the door Them apple bit boys wanna throw us away Them fake niggas, dog better watch what you say Cause them boys steady taping, recording your calls Catch a nigga like that, then I'm out in the mall Got dollars, sitting on a pot of gold The money coming, the money running, like a snotty nose Tryna snatch, Imma clap, leave your body froze Knock your fuckin head off, when the shotty blows I gotta keep it gudda dope Stay eating, cause I got that bread and butter flow And you know I never studder though Watch what we do it for, G, go on, tell them, bro They think I'm selling dope, no, I'm selling I'm selling [?] They want this 32, fuck all that taking turns Bitch I'm ball hogging, there's too much gass to get Call me Kobe Bryant, I ain't passing shit Motherfuckers snitch, a nigga tryna score And if I miss a shot, believe I'm back for more You niggas after whores, you acting dick Dressing like a bitch, jeans tight as shit There ain't no tighter Crip, Rock the king of Bloods Yeah west coast [?] Don't believe my words, stand back and watch, cause On my dead homies, we finna run this bitch And if my disks don't sell, rap niggas run your shit I'm taking magic plates, and I [?] them nigga Talking magic [?] You best believe the hype, G the grimiest Why the fuck you think Mac 10 signed me, bitch? If it was up to bars, he would've signed Krit One of the hardest stars, [?] I bet a couple niggas [?] grab his hand and shook it Album bout to drop, niggas ain't pushed it You feeling like a pussy, how that feeling feel? A couple deals later, I'm at [?] At the Top Dog, man this a little loanly So I spit this lil verse just to help the homies [?] this my cocky run Cause death the only thing that's gonna stop my shine I refuse to let another nigga stop my grind Long as my vocals fresh, I'll make them press rewind Since I'm pressed for time, I'm bout to kill this bitch That's how you do a track, tortured and kill a bitch