Rock, rock, rock on

Rock, rock, rock on

I'm going to tell you the truth whether you like it or not

Can I prove it?

Yes

Why no more days like those?

Allow me to put some sense on you coons

Too much success, um, here comes your doom

They told you niggas the sky's the limit

Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon

You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won

And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards

Having to ask executives for their daddy records

Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son

Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent

I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island

I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic

And you can throw me in a cell, I got it

I go to jail bout eight, go "oh well" then post bail bout nine-ish

I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it

Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it

These rap niggas bugged out, like divas, they drugged-out thugged-out receivers

I meet them at their stash place, heat them

Then tell them, they better drag race the fuck away from me

Or get their mug shot, like Bieber

I catch him at the bus stop, while he reading

This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got

I represent, the must haves and whatnots

Niggas that used to cut class, to touch cash and buck shots

You should know

(But you don't really want nothing)

You should know

(Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker stop fronting)

You should know

(So what you saying yo?

Keep playing y'all niggas will burn)

You should know

(Fuck the whole world)

Freedom or jail, clips inserted

A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered

The beginning and end,you on a block, playing killer with your knife

Without a gun you're an option, be cut out for the game

Or they're gon play rock, paper, scissors with your life

I'm usually more spiritual at night

Cause murder's in the air, more like a Pippen Nike

Whipping white, the white American kryptonite

Living a scripted life, a different kick, a different type

Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night

In the morning go home to my wife, before she try and sell my shit

Ninety nine percent sure, that she gon' try and smell my dick

Thirsty niggas is praying to hell I slip

The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined

Would've had chlamydia, getting dragged to cities

City after city, niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties

You should know

(But you don't really want nothing)

You should know

(Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker stop fronting)

You should know

(So what you saying yo?

Keep playing y'all niggas will burn)

You should know

(Fuck the whole world)

(Pick it up)

I don't know why y'all so highly regarded

You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded

I show you what my father done started

I rhyme on a god level, the godliest artist

Y'all follow artists who target their audience

But not me, I target the artist, follow the target

Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners

And that's when I tell them like Kobe to Shaq, "You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging"

Shoot at their feet 'til the dance start,I'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse

Fuck you and your damn charts, and your crowd participation

I'm putting a land mine under your stage, had his place raining fan parts

And called that shit crowd precipitation

I'm more premier, than my own DJ and Pac's brother

I came out of my momma's womb, with a box cutter

Lyrical spitting image, that mirrors the birth of Slim

None of these rappers can work with me, I work with them

You should know

(But you don't really want nothing)

You should know

(Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker stop fronting)

You should know

(So what you saying yo?

Keep playing y'all niggas will burn)

You should know

(Fuck the whole world)

On the vocals

You have Detroit's own Dwele

Providing the instruments

We have

The incomparable Adrian Younge

And on the wheels of steel

DJ Premier

Yeah

(I say, and I'll say it again

I'm not the kind of person who come here to say what you like)

Rock, rock, rock on

Rock, rock, rock on

I'm going to tell you the truth whether you like it or not

Can I prove it?

Yes

Why no more days like those?