(Ah, man, man, man, man, CEO) (Yeah, hey, day another day to get to it) (You going through it, it's your day to get through it) Self‑proclaimed master of ceremonies, Sheriff JG Brown, You orchestrate a surprise intervention in my hometown. I said, "Get out, who do you think you are?" Putting me in your box labeled "needs Help." Hypocrites, are you not guilty of the same bar? 'Cause my niggas ain't losing since the Voice of LA Don't let niggas confuse it, it's written all through the vibes The DNA's in the music, pray these words that I spew Help you untangle confusion, my crew's tight as them Jewish communities Spanish to Asians too, private planes, courtside games, Aces and flutes Master of ceremonies, who do you think you are? Arrogant conductor, you've gone too far. Stay away from me, you coward and thief, Your reign is over, that's my belief. Champagne talk, pull up in them places that your Lamb' can't park Ducked off, that part, being loud with it ain't smart these days It all depends on what part you play, let me roll my J Hold on, baby, and baby could you pass me my coffee please? Every time you hit the room make your presence felt Know they gon' judge you by your past and not your present self So don't be too quick to prove 'em wrong, stay in your zone Just keep moving on, represent your movement strong Nothing good for me in the outcome, All you did was make me an outcast, a humdrum. Time passed, tried to forget, bury it away, Left me in the dark alone, night turns to day. Stripped me of all credibility and made it your way. Stay on brand, watch for off‑brands Stay on brand, watch for off‑brands But it wasn't enough for you, best friend, You flipped on me, doubling as his diplomat with immunity. Whispers never end. "What's happening?" he says, "Guess what?" What he hides in a locked cabinet? Timers and lights, a cannabis plant or two "This kid is a threat to our future, a real Hannibal Lecter we made, now let’s destroy him." It's crazy shit to y'all, to me it's a light jam Seen it all, whole game is recycled as toss cans Deposit just dropped, let's change plans, let's fit a pop Roll us, get a yacht in some strange land, party 'til the sunrise Pockets deep days in, they telling I'm a joint by the way that I banged in Then you organize a search to confirm, But I confess, with no concern. Start a turn of events, conspire, Proceed with uproot operations, fire, Free the bombs, aim the missiles— Master of ceremonies, playing the sheriff part, Narcissistic controller with a hollow heart. Stay away from me, you cowardly knave, Your games and schemes, I'll never be your slave. Infiltrate, confiscate my weed in secrecy, Hide my venture product in your garage, irony. Sabotage and knock me out, so sly, Climb out of the hole, reach for the sky. Hold on, baby, could you pass me my coffee please? Let me roll my J, let me roll my J Every time they hit the room, they project themselves Know they gon’ judge you by your past, not your present self You toss another stone, label me burned out, Exploit my humble heart, fill it with doubt. "Said change the light bulb," you pointed the way, Unaware, I agree, the games you play. Discovered something much higher than the eye, Revelation in a garbage bag, truth never lies. Green roots blend with black hefty disguise, Up in the rafters, where your secrets rise. Everyone knows you hurl insults on cue, Incapable of helping, that's true. You will never admit it, master of nothing— Hold on, baby, represent your movement strong Stay on brand, watch for off‑brands Know they gon' judge you by your past and not your present self So don't be too quick to prove 'em wrong, stay in your zone Read it in the news, I know who you are, Nothing to me—master of ceremonies, Sheriff JG Brown. My niggas ain't losing since the Voice of LA Let me roll my J (A hit dog gon' holler) (Bark!)
