[Chorus]
Spell my name correctly, spell my name correctly
Not the way you think the way you see my spell it
Just know I reign supreme and there's no need to question
Your wifey's shoulder aftermath of y'all two ending
Got the juice like I just threw pac off the roof
Wanting Project II this is not for you
Who is, who is you to the number two?
When number two second to none, ou
[Verse 1: Clairmont The Second]
Yeah
I'm way too nice game is not fair
Limo backseats from the bus fair
Tinted windows you ain't see me in them
That's how you ain't know that I been here
Since I came in the game city been scared
Bump your comparisons I'm top tier
Run the entire game from ‘round here
Work from my basement got me upstairs
Me on a mic that's a problem
Plaques in my space keep me flossing
Having plan B not an option
Wrap it up the cycle not stopping
WIFETAKER why dudes single, didn't mean to do it it's not that simple
Need they next of kin if they not the kinfolk
It's for the body bag that's why I need the info
Paranormal way things keep moving
Born for failure, 4, 5, they recommended the drugs to keep me from moving
Brothers in jail, falsely accused, prolong the case to keep them from moving
We run when they say wait, don't trust them ‘cause their waist
Don't trust us ‘cause our face
Came this far by faith, faith may be a nine, aim it at the swine
Not a threat just saying, for eachother vacant, question marking Raven
Ignorance can be a pity better hit the gym you can't flex with me
Why you telling others they got next for
M O S E S at your front door, woah
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[Verse 2: Clairmont The Second]
Pink on me like Killa Cam
Lames late I been the man
Girls mad that they cuffed a kid or they beef with the lady that's on my hand
A nice lady, from the hood
Not a hood chick from the suburbs
Or a suburb chick or another chick
‘Cause suburban girls just don't understand
She ain't gotta be hood, middle class
I'm cool with middle class
Age group is bitter sweet
I'm you just better at it
Am coke not a crack addict
Police better come get me
It seems to me I need to be in custody ‘cause I was born the way I be
Questioning, wondering what I'm doing wrong
Forgetting life is like this sometimes
God on my side I can't do no wrong
Speak pretty boy keep the game on
Not with the boy, you ain't get it boy
(Chorus)