Schoolboy Q

I got 25 rolled up on my dresser (Dresser)

25 bad ones in the function, can I stretch ’em? (Stretch ’em)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

This the shit that they need

Tell me where are you from

Drop your pants to your knees

Girl, I’m capital G

Weed and brews, weed and brews

Life for me is just weed and brews

The flow, is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics

I can’t call it, I got the swerve like alco… fuck that

And this rap im spittin’ I get it in sentences

Im lyrically sentenced behind bars

You’re now listening to the greatest, the illest, the realest

Up in this town, going down, for the block I hold it down

50 is where I be at, H, Crowns, and Tee Hats

Notorious, Hoover Street, where you scared to be at