What it is? What it is? What's up, dawg? All the haters out of line get brushed off Come raw, still shine when the Sun gone Keep the vibe real strict like the gun laws Unsolved sound sweet like a love song Anybody out of line get shrugged off Immaculate times I'm backin' the law Professin' from the back of my mind (mm-hmm) Hit 'em up like Pac in his prime (mm-hmm) I don't question what is fate and divine (mm-hmm) I don't care what it cost me, it's fine The universe keep my pockets aligned Ain't no stoppin' the grind, I'm goin' up like good stocks Doin' everythin' them niggas said I could not I'm automatic you should know not to leave me free I'm on the move, you can catch me on the DVP Or goin' full speed through someone's garden Fuck what you growin' 'cause I ain't stoppin' Goin' full speed through someone's garden Fuck what you growin' 'cause I ain't stoppin' On sight, on sight Keep it up I'll be here all night On sight, on sight Keep it up I'll be here all night I can put it down, but you can't pick it up (stupid) And since you lost the bet then you should tell your best friend hit me up (ayy, girl) I know y'all thick as thieves, but I can steal her from you if I want (come here) 'Cause slight at hands, ma, look at that The way that I just switched it up (ooh, that nigga clever) Girl, I think a nigga just hit a flip and run (huh) And, wait, if that's yo' ex then you should probably go and get a gun (why you even fuck him?) 'Cause I have no time for the questions, this ain't trivia Saw she was a Simpsons fan, the game I give was hit and run How you tryna block my mama brightest son? You must be off the Xan', lean, Percs and the Vicodin (oh, a junkie?) I cannot condone all the stupid shit that I have done (okay) If music fail it's all good, man, I'll manage Cinnabon (it's all good) It's my ass fault that I keep crackin' up (huh?) Oh, shit, that's your ass that you keep backin' up Honestly it felt like thirty-second left at the goal line And the score tied, girl, my waistline feel packed as fuck (that's a whole lotta ass) Why yo' face look like you got triggered? I ain't mean to compare yo' ass to like forty-seven niggas (like I'm, I'm for you) Honestly I'm sayin' you look good in a dress I'm impressed 'cause I like my lil' baby full-figured (on my mama)