B4 the Documentary Dropped lyrics

[Verse 1: Sap]
Tick tock n*ggas time running out
Damn I don't hear people run their mouths
I swear we started with less than an inch
Now b*tch I'm running miles
Know Sap got a hundred styles so who want it now
Young K-I-N-G please don't tip me
Only n*ggas who envy pockets be empty
How could you hint tease
Not hungry when I got phonies
Trying to put me down but I remain in my spot homies
Stop homie, this is a greatest of all time spot only
Hit records on my old laptop does not arm it like f*ck it
Make new sh*t that make you sick
Throwing shots and think you slick it's plain stupid
You can't do this without being a barbarian
Kill every verse my beats is where the bars get buried in
I'm marrying the craft, each year I'm renewing my vows
Every day a new b*tch ruin my towels

[Verse 2: The Game]
I was working the block
Little n*gga I was signed to the rock
Not Hov and Bigs the [?] was big, my row was big
Momma banging on my door, b*tch the stove my gig
Used to cook at Chef Boyardee
Chop and roll up tree, enough weight to fit a new RV
Never imagined my path would be to music
Had a ball and a nine because n*gga I could shoot it
The bloods recruiting, USC recruiting
All the while I'm in the streets recouping
Got barbecue washing my coupe
Fiends all in my coupe
Banging Biggie "b*tch Give Me the Loot"
Repping the letter B, they said I would never be
The King of anything but the methamphetamines
They was praying for my downfall
Praying that my heart stopped way back before The Doc*mentary dropped