Lemme show you how to do this here [HEAR]. Speak into the ears. Interfere with the fear. . .While I reach another tier. Watch em fall from the sky. Tears fall from the eyes. Til they lose their peers

Oh you finna die. . . better roll that pair. Better pass that fruit. While he sitting in the chair. And I'm talking to the barber. The man with the Clippers ain't the killer who be hitting. Blake Griffin ain't there

Yea, they ball so hard. New York wanna sign em. But when the stars be aligning I bet Chris Paul wanna combine with Andrew Bynum and get a hold of Street Light's rhymin

20 years young, no conflict diamonds. Keep the enemies. On a conflict diet. The 9mm ain't firing, so why am I replying? On my way to Paris-iting

On your way to Terror Island. . Look into his eyes, you can tell that he's lying. . .down on the ground in the middle of a pile. While I'm pile driving the next mountain lion to come around here

While I'm mountain climbing . . Better stay back. They don't like your kind. Only if you got wings, even if you can't fly when the time comes up. . bet we all gone see. . Who's lying. . . bet it ain't me. . . haha