Our Year
[Chorus]
Im the man round here
No second chance round here
Damn Daniel no Vans round here
Camouflage gear, with a banner saying
It's Our Year (x2)

[Verse 1]
Competition can't fuck with it
No way, no way
Killin' these Niggas, No KKK
Real drama king like Kay Slay
My hoe goes both ways, oh behave
Drugs everywhere like its Easter bitches
I passover bread like I rose from graves
So chill-chill baby boy, you gotta coast the wave
I been fighting for the title since 03'
I cook with the sauce like Dell Curry
Gold and blue on my son like Golden State
I'm Chi-towns Jay understand round here
Domestic terrorism Taliban round here
Stacking money, gotta feed the fam round here
Im'ma blow it when it hit the ceiling fan round here
[Chorus](x2)
Im the man round here
No second chance round here
Damn Daniel no Vans round here
Camouflage gear, with a banner saying
It's Our Year

[Verse 2]
Competition isn't all clear
Dog in the ballpark catching all hittaz
All y'all talk I'm catching live fishes
Grind is Supreme, fuck a labeled-on image
Closed casket, you're now looking at a cold bastard
Spitting hollow licks, make ya fucking skull backflip
No question who's flows lasted
No questions, it's all answers
My Niggas' loaded and they all blastin'
My bitch is dressin' up in all fashions
I remember when I used to give plasma
Just to get enough gas to make it to class and now I'm frakkin'
What the lil' kids call dabbin'
All you haters better fall back in line
With y'all acid rhymes, I'm on Jack and shine
I'm goin back in time; I'm All That, Sublime
Skull caps and crime, n'all thats a nine
It's no asking why
[Chorus](x2)
Im the man round here
No second chance round here
Damn Daniel no Vans round here
Camouflage gear, with a banner saying
It's Our Year