I wanna say this about Murs too I think he's a superhero because he's doing something that hasn't been done either, you know? I know when I came up and started doing the music Maybe I didn't have the courage that Murs had to say, "You know what, this isn't right" You know, uh, kids and family making the right decisions The way he that he does his music he's telling you the artist truth Close the door and give us a moment I'd like to scrub the floor with all of my opponents Tell it how it is take it how you want it Sound a little different in that radio rap don't it? 'Cause this is what it sound like When real motherfuckers get around mics 21 Savage with the rhyme You started out on YouTube, dabbin' for the vine Slow-mo dancin' on that pop shit Like Coco better beware of that drop kick That Vocal will make the air wave toxic Spittin' so local man these suckers can't stop it Since before local, then I hop in the cock pit In Kamizaze, that's how you suppose to hit the block bitch Modern day, ghetto profit How could I not be? I was raised on that Pac shit Like a Go-pro, yeah homie watch this Used to be local now I'm dancin' on top bitch 20 years deep, hoe grab your galoshes Since Project Blowed I've been so obnoxious We were screamin' on them whack niggas Can't you see I'm excresing demons, get back nigga I ain't been right in a long time Shout out to Mitchy Slick and the Wrongkind From Dago to the Bay niggas know me Used to be Greyhound bound now I'm OG One call will get a rap nigga lit up Call to golden state y'all need to fuck with us Killas, hustlers, pimps, weirdos Call 'em criminals but those is my heroes When Eazy-E signed Will.i.Am You want a picture of that moment? Nigga, here I am When Cypress Hill made Killa Man I had just started writin' in, I was still a fan Made my first my song at Mike Caren house Back when my mama used to worry 'bout my whereabouts Catch a grown nigga in a cypher I would air 'em out Curfews and college what I did not care about I was off on my own Captain of my own ship tryin' be grown For a Captain to save a hoe and it was on Before he had the formula I started making songs Going on 2 minutes and I'm still flowing This nigga, oh gosh, got the horns blowing And it sounds so triumpant I came up in the 90's I ain't never for that punk shit Four 15's in the trunk shit Get the function jumpin', bumpin' enough for the funk bitch Or should I say "bitch"? 'Cause Todd Shaw taught us all how to get rich And Snoop Dogg is a real Crip The truest Piru I met was my nigga Quick Who me? I'm only Nick But I'm 'bout to rap my ass off on this shit I'm from West L.A, Mid City y'all But the culture came from New York City, dawg Made me a superhero in so many ways Now I'm flying all around the world and I'm gettin' paid And any day know this shit could end All you got is your faith, and your family, and your friends Let us begin Peace