Represent (feat. UnoDeuce, Stakes, Shanga Goman & ¡kylkenny!)

Take the beat out back You bout to see the fate of Old Yeller I'm the only King Kong, ain't nobody go realer Man I'm kind of like a cocktail of Em and old Dilla No killer but I show you no mercy, no filler When it's coming to my verses put the hearses in a line up The only rapper worth it when you searching Carolina My presence online is something akin to Vine Cause I only last for six seconds, but they still sign up And I don't need no zips for the kids to know that I'm fly I zip it up and rewind, I pick it up like Lebron I palm it but I tell you no comment, borderline The goat, year seventeen, you think this the fucking decline This the fucking reprise, all eyes, I'm in my prime All time, you acting like you forgot, that's Alzheimer's I play an away game, crowd is all silenced Give Lil Uzi Vert a break, cause y'all spineless I'm like bro, you a slow poke, never been dope You like Youngboy NBA but you always been broke I'm the goat, you a rowboat, stuck up in my moat You kinda like the spinach dip cause you mastered the art of choke Carter spoke to me when I was a kid, he said Uno Do you listen to music or do you just skim through So I picked up the pen and pad, and after some bad doodles I mastered the craft, kiss my ass after the fact, toodles From the land of where children are left with knife wounds It's the reality but fuck it here's a nice tune A bunch of people that really might end your life soon I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like to These fuckers ruthless, they do it cause you got nice shoes When you're locked in their sight, don't think they might move Cause they be wetting man up, just like a typhoon You know the Bay had to get it Tell me when to go and I'ma twenty oh six it Scraper scraper 1-9, I'm Super Sic Wit It Shanga Goman open up shop, it's town business Representing Oakland till my gravesite Flexing with my A1s from daylight to daylight Taco truck late nights, ghostride lakeside Tires on screech boy, welcome to the Bayside Who got your subwoofers jumping Rolling down your block, it sound like King Kong krumping Put me on any beat and you know that I get to tussling I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins Them North Bay Haitians, blood thick like it's hardly running Been had my fist up, been marching since a youngin Sak pase with this parlay, I'm so Black Panther rugged Pop my collar and my dreads get to shaking How I move to the music got Medusa freeze framing It's been five years, I've seen a lifetime of change Tryna Stone Age the city but the culture too ingrained Loyal to my soil, that's the energy I'm channeling Don't do it for the clout, we move and then they bring them cameras in Multiplied the product, but you can't deny the factors The Bay ain't just on the map, we helped to make the atlas From the land of where children are left with knife wounds It's the reality but fuck it here's a nice tune A bunch of people that really might end your life soon I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like to These fuckers ruthless, they do it cause you got nice shoes When you're locked in their sight, don't think they might move Cause they be wetting man up, just like a typhoon Manhattan keeps on making it And Brooklyn keeps on taking it But Texas in effect I got in this bitch and put my stake in it From Little Rock to banging Niggas was slangin shit up in them bricks Them Tony Montana fantasies, we fiending for that fix Where babies be talking crazy Even the bitches selling pixie sticks To scratch my itch I'd rather run them ditzy trixie Dixie chicks Summa cum laude Pull up swerving in that big body Southern twang up in my speech Purple chains be lookin gaudy City slicker slipping when I'm dipping in and out the party I'm selling them contradictions plus I'm sipping, leaning on Bacardi A nigga like me is no other Slicker than butter, blame that on my mother Thinking of me and they shudder Talking all gutter, given the fact that I'm southern Happy we under the covers Ain't use a rubber, but you was never my lover Niggas be callin me brother, fuck you Did I stiggitit-st-st-stutter nigga I put my heat up on your beat, Brasco Consider it a blessing from StarGod Kenny skywalking the land of Nod On Westheimer in Candy, Bissonet with Brandy Niggas don't understand me cause they ain't dripping in sauce The God, nigga Got to get on your job, nigga Hater get on your job, nigga In American excess, flexin for breasts and checks Can't live in this lifestyle, it's too hard, nigga The tar face muthafucka with the bizarre taste Allah states I am him, I could never be a sinner The hard breaks, a reflection of life in this place For the ATX/HTX Second Ward and North Lamar representer BYATCH