Y 'all what's up, wait hold up, back up, back the fuck up, back up off the ropes

Ayo King T, what I wanna do right now is slow this motherfucker down, let the homeboy get

his on, you know what I'm saying, ayo Mele, with the slow flow, with the 4 -4's, time to

let these niggas now

This is official, this is my boost

Since the ball bounced back on this side of the court, it's time to provide for the fourth

alliance and rioter support, feel me, official with it, serving petitions to legislate, all

the certified authentics get gimmicks to resignate, man, they ain't even real as us, Mele, straight

give it up, represent the state like a senator, nigga, what

Swing, swing, swing on them Mele

Shows like elections, when we campaign, follow, or the next one we'll be popping like some

champagne bottles, tryna be living that, where they got the chippas fat, next door to the

republicans, cause they ain't loving democrats, having meetings with world leaders, before

we jump off the meter, giving conventions, descriptions, no allegiance can see us

Don't worry about young Mele, remaining west coast, swinging in that rag 6 tray, banging

the wet spokes, jacking the ass, jacking the front, till I'm cracking the pumps in the

back, smoking like a pack of the hunks, plus be rolling, dipping, skating, switch licking,

corner banking, strip gripping, tipping, this is the division of the day, swing, swing,

Mele, swing, here we go

It's young Mele

If it's one more game, then give us one more spin, so we don't have to wait one more

ten, before we end with the major labels, with cake to break on the table, till then

we finna cultivate the stables, had a heart of something coming, artists that's out of

their skin, serving proper, something decent, we hot and seasoned

Greeted to be a G, can't you see we on the block, tough, believing, keeping heat, in

front and back of the lack, locked up, dipping through the streets, buy nines up in the window

Love amps pushed to fifteen, supplying the violin tremble, beating so loud that I don't

hear the homies whistle, just know the phrase gang name and color code symbol

It's young Mele, west coast LA, with little soldiers gang banging, big veterans play,

you see the old school Chevys, Harley Davidson box, finest ladies you ever laid your eyes

on in your life, and it ain't no fashion show, seem like it when you having it, super ball

and cold, kinda flossing on an accident

I'ma be to the west with Jay -Z's to the east, so bow to the feet of a straight G from the

streets, in the clean 300C, so cold gotta heat the seats, baby dosa sit it low so you

notice the Bentley teeth, we rolling up and smoking the potent as hempen leaf, when they

bring up the slogan you knowin' it's plenty beef

Ain't none of y 'all fuckin' with him

Oh, you know the logo

Swang nigga