On Sight

What it is? What it is? What's up, dawg?
All the haters out of line get brushed off
Come raw, still shine when the Sun gone
Keep the vibe real strict like the gun laws
Unsolved sound sweet like a love song
Anybody out of line get shrugged off
Immaculate times I'm backin' the law
Professin' from the back of my mind (mm-hmm)
Hit 'em up like Pac in his prime (mm-hmm)
I don't question what is fate and divine (mm-hmm)
I don't care what it cost me, it's fine
The universe keep my pockets aligned
Ain't no stoppin' the grind, I'm goin' up like good stocks
Doin' everythin' them niggas said I could not
I'm automatic you should know not to leave me free
I'm on the move, you can catch me on the DVP

Or goin' full speed through someone's garden
Fuck what you growin' 'cause I ain't stoppin' Goin' full speed through someone's garden
Fuck what you growin' 'cause I ain't stoppin'
On sight, on sight
Keep it up I'll be here all night
On sight, on sight
Keep it up I'll be here all night

I can put it down, but you can't pick it up (stupid)
And since you lost the bet then you should tell your best friend hit me up (ayy, girl)
I know y'all thick as thieves, but I can steal her from you if I want (come here)
'Cause slight at hands, ma, look at that
The way that I just switched it up (ooh, that nigga clever)
Girl, I think a nigga just hit a flip and run (huh)
And, wait, if that's yo' ex then you should probably go and get a gun (why you even fuck him?)
'Cause I have no time for the questions, this ain't trivia
Saw she was a Simpsons fan, the game I give was hit and run
How you tryna block my mama brightest son?

You must be off the Xan', lean, Percs and the Vicodin (oh, a junkie?)
I cannot condone all the stupid shit that I have done (okay)
If music fail it's all good, man, I'll manage Cinnabon (it's all good)
It's my ass fault that I keep crackin' up (huh?)
Oh, shit, that's your ass that you keep backin' up Honestly it felt like thirty-second left at the goal line
And the score tied, girl, my waistline feel packed as fuck (that's a whole lotta ass)
Why yo' face look like you got triggered?
I ain't mean to compare yo' ass to like forty-seven niggas (like I'm, I'm for you)
Honestly I'm sayin' you look good in a dress
I'm impressed 'cause I like my lil' baby full-figured (on my mama)