Step up, who wanna battle me, I'm not your average MC You beefing with me, suggest you vegan niggas watch your calories Money motivated, we be all about a salary But fuck a bad economy and I ain't working hourly Sour d smoke got me hungry, I'm devouring Anybody who tryna get eaten like cauliflower Beans, and I'm a hungry man nigga eat a salad Aiming this .40 cali and hold taking your palace Mad stylist, the Wu got me on some shaolin shit Chk-chk BLOW! blood spilled in the chalices Paper chase, push weight till palms gain catalysts All day, everyday, the hood I be standing in I ride by in an all grey Challenger Petty possessions that motivated me 'round this shit What up to Uncle J-Dawg, he locked down again Next time a relly come out, we count thousands
[Hook] BLOW! How you like my style? How you like me know? Niggas didn't know that I was coming with that boom bap funk That boom bap funk for yo trunk Mutha fucka what you want? I tell 'em like.. BLOW! How you like me know? How you love my sound? Niggas didn't know that I was coming with that Boom Bap Funk That boom bap funk for yo trunk How yo like me know?!
[Verse 2] I put a Vise Grip to all my vices, I just gotta have it I gotta grab like a hand full of cash To support that habit, I'm going rabbit for the cabbage I out-lash, I'll kick yo ass just for the cash now I hit the farms just to get myself a cash cow They done got me assed out, black outs, a bad drought I ain't made now cheese in six weeks My connect been sleeping, I'm putting it to a beat on repeat As real as the crib keeper that creeps through the streets I'm just hoping I'll never meet my defeat Same shit that I been saying all week But this time I had to grab the Mossberg heat With this rhyme if them niggas flip shine It's almost like hitting his wrist or killing yaself They got a hit out on my ego, I'm feeling myself His team try to interfere, he couldn't kill it himself, bitch