People Say (feat. Redman)

That's when my heart turned cold

I'm a product of the block

We used to cook the product in the pot

Add soda, turn the product into rock

It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops

In his heyday he probably put your father in a box

In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock

Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot

Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars

That's a Payday, so bruh, this ain't even a bar

This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK

Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J

Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae

Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-aye

Just know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread

Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead

Okay, my goon's hungry, his eyes is red

But he clumsy, go oops upside your head

We had 'dro and po', suckers

Range Rovers flood up the Rucker

Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up

Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms

Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling 'Cash rule!'

Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather

Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour

Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb

Needs some copper rum

Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I'm out

Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient

They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit

Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin

Fuck with the righteous men, then we fighting then

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here

Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible

The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars

Off **** heads like papayas

Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley

So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's

Everybody a boss, saying they time's money

Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies

Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy

Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training

I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon

I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him (Hehh)

I'm not a shooter but I know shooters

And if them shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up

Redman and the W, it's televised

We ain't them ****, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!)

This a campfire of a vampire

I don't sleep when hot beats through the amplifier

And every **** got something to say

I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny anyway"

Doc

People say

Love is just an energy

Dealing with the claim baby

(Oh baby)

My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard

You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park

My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh

Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots

Hard writing lyrics to God, right?

Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight

On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like

Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight

Like this, like a IG pic

Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit

Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick

Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit

Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard

Certain death, Deck or walk off with minor scars

Firing squad, defying the odds

And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars

Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity

Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology

Sharp mathematically

Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide

Back to the streets of the do or die hustler

I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits

Come have a listen y'all

Getting money, flipping it

Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it

Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it

Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope

Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back

Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em

They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em

People say

Love is just an energy

Dealing with the claim baby

(Oh baby)