– The swag wit it. You know
what I’m saying? It ain’t that lyrical, but it’s He swagged that out. (hip hop beat) ♪ Let it bang, never
will the goonery stop ♪ ♪ The devil knocked the same
time opportunity knocked ♪ ♪ I’m sick, like I never
have immunity shots ♪ ♪ I’m in the mood to let off ♪ ♪ Who in the mood to get popped? ♪ That was dope. He flowing. It’s kinda simple though. It ain’t really like out of here crazy. So I give him 3.5. Oh shit (chortles) ♪ You get jammed with them jammers ♪ ♪ Blammed with them blammers ♪ ♪ Hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta ♪ Killa. That’s Harlem man. That’s like vintage Cam. You know what I’m sayin’? Fire. I’ll give that a five. ♪ I’m a gangsta, but y’all knew that ♪ ♪ Da Big Boss Dog, yeah I had to do that ♪ ♪ I keep a blue flag
hanging out my backside ♪ ♪ Only on the left side ♪ ♪ Yeah, that’s the Crip side ♪ The swag wit it. You know what I’m sayin’? It ain’t that lyrical but it’s He swagged that up. I give Snoop a four. I give that a four. ♪ This for all my whole brick buyers ♪ ♪ and my quarter hustlers ♪ ♪ And all the road trip
drivers and corner huggers ♪ ♪ He made his first ten bands ♪ ♪ Let’s applaud the brother ♪ ♪ If you do that ten times,
now you onto something ♪ I’m kinda paintin’. I’m a personal storyteller. I like to paint. I like when you can see it. And I can kinda see that. I give that a five. ♪ Diamonds, they got me on shine ♪ ♪ Rollie got these (beep) blind ♪ ♪ Strapped in the club with my nine ♪ ♪ My (beep) throwing these signs ♪ That was kinda simple. If the beat was on it’d
probably be a higher rating. This acapella, nah. I give that a two. ♪ My lil baby low-key a flexer ♪ ♪ Six figs on the whip,
that’s a price tag ♪ ♪ Lil’ best friend (beep)
tried to press me ♪ ♪ I’m that underground (beep)
with the check, though ♪ It ain’t really rhyme. Two. I give it a two. No disrespect, but it
ain’t rhyme. You know. I don’t know who’s bars them was. ♪ Fresh face, NY plates ♪ ♪ Got a crooked eye for the jakes ♪ ♪ I want it all, ArmorAll,
Benz, and endless papes ♪ ♪ For God’s sake, what a (beep) gotta do ♪ ♪ to make a half a million ♪ ♪ Without the FBI catchin’ feelings ♪ Street Dreams. Yeah that’s five. ♪ Beloved, ♪ ♪ I been thuggin’ since Carmelo
played for the Nuggets ♪ ♪ Made a deal with the plug ♪ ♪ before the label came with a budget ♪ ♪ Now the biggest haters I got ♪ ♪ They used to say we was cousins ♪ ♪ Came from the dungeon ♪ ♪ You say you got cocaine, we can cut it ♪ Five. That’s me. All my shit a five. ♪ Ayy Panini, don’t you be a meanie ♪ ♪ Thought you wanted me to go up ♪ ♪ Why you tryna keep me teeny? ♪ ♪ It’s a dreamy, wished it on a genie ♪ ♪ I got fans finally ♪ ♪ Ain’t you wanting them to see me? ♪ Uh… Two… point five. That’s another one I think I need to hear on the beat cause that sounds like he being silly. Ayy Panini. Yeah, that sound silly. ♪ Doin 95 in the Benz. ♪ ♪ See the feds on my ass ♪ ♪ Light the blunt, hit the
music, and I step on the gas ♪ ♪ Now I’m speeding in the
lane as if I had a quota ♪ ♪ Got my (beep), she shotgun
with pizza and a cola ♪ (Mumbling) Max, Free Max. It aint that lyrical, but he’s still I can see it. You know what I’m saying? Max was real vivid. So yeah I give that a three. Yo, Yo what up it’s ya
boy Dave East and I just rated those bars.