Cornell 
Black Migo Gang
You dig? True story
Mask on, move low, creep silent
I promote bricks, I dont promote violence
Bitch, Im from the 6, the king of pulling tricks
Black Amigo pay like twenty bitches rent
Your baby mom included, yeah, she love Scooter
You right, I aint gon do it, I pay like twenty shooters
Thats if they cross me, theyll kill em softly
Lately, I been kickin shit like Bruce Lee
Wont do a show for less than twenty, dont approach me
You fake rappin ass niggas never seen the streets
I gave you niggas a lot of lingo, you should thank Street
My opp went to prison, I got him shanked every week
Real talk, nigga, I never touched a boy
Boss shit, I made your bitch snort a line with Roy
I raised myself in the bricks, grew up a hustler
Zone 6 drug lord, got all the customers
Jugg, haha
Black Migo Gang, YSL, you dig? Yeah
We came a long way from Section 8, nigga, haha
Got slime in this bitch with me, you dig?
Count up
Whip a Nascar, tell em shoot a hundred round 
VVSs on my neck, plus my bustdown 
Mix the codeine with the Fanta, watch it turn brown 
Cavalli on the daily, lookin like Im sponsored by em 
Lifestyle turnt, member nights of sellin white 
Ridin in this new whip, clutchin on my loaded pipe
I dont wanna serve you, heard you in black and white 
Yeah, Im out the trap but my gesture and my pocket right
Let me take you to the trap, bust a bale, clutch a strap
Bricks came saran wrapped, yeah, we with all of that 
Now I hit a button, and on the roof, the top fall back 
California blue face, copped it all for gas, jack
Came in focused, dont you be the one to send me back
And half of yall my sons, how you hate the one that showed you that?
Bitch, you know I stomp for real, still active, Ima handle that
Put signs by the chief, now they takin hits for just a stack
Drop a kilo on your head 
Told him to call me when he dead
Nigga said, We rollin up in fifteen minutes, he was scared 
I got an ol weak ass bitch tryna suck my dick way direct 
Ever since the first body, I been like, Next, next 
Best believe I get respected, Im the chef 
I was just thinkin like Chi-Town and he ran 
Percocets and Xans, crunch it up like candy 
I put twenty birds in the coupe, you can call me pigeon, nigga 
I got a young crew out the zoo, you can believe they lickin, nigga 
If he cross me, we kill him softly 
Twenty-two dollars just hit at the head, it sound like its coughin 
I wrap some water around my wrist like Im a dolphin 
I got some green diamonds like piss, ridin down Slauson 
I got a tall bitch named Kate, Im bout to slice her 
Soon as I fucked her, I passed her to Pimp cause I dont wife her