Lyrics:
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
Shout out A$AP shout out Vinny Cha$e
Shout out Troy Ave shout out New York City
Shout out Mack Wilds
Shout out Chinx, French, Coke Boys
And I'm up out
Shakin' the hard white, black block
Restin' on me, I Pete Rock the CL
Smooth got revenue with his Beastie Boys
They call him the Rock Steady Crew
We ride
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older
believe, my nigga
G-O-O-G-L-E my nigga, you see my nigga
He put me in the race to take the lead, my nigga
Billionaire Boys ice cream, my niggas
See
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
relief I spell it J-V-C
To break it down even further B-E-E-L-U-V
If you don't understand M-E you will S-double-E
I am a R-A-P-P-E-R, a real dope emcee
Yo
who's best? Him yes, Tim West spin this
Back 50 times like Olympian gymnast
Boy I'm a G, I make the queen my mistress
With rhymes so dope
That I failed my
credit score, shit was lookin' hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check
on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
My mama there. RUN THE ROCK! Dope boys sit and stare cause they know I'm one of dem, cause I'm a head bussa. The blood is runnin' through my veins.
better just come on and get with it
Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it
[Dres]
With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precision
I
cordial like it's normal
Like that nigga mortal
Middle fingers to the courtroom
Motherfucker (brr)
Yeah
Real dope boy shit, used to throw money in
Hey, hey
Oh, okay, okay, ha
It's your boy, SiL
I got my boy, Reverb 360
AB fab, your baby's dad
Tabz what's up
SiL, I got you now
Baby girl, come
my throat
Or does she only rock with the boys who came from ekasi and all
Or maybe both
Mellisa had the pink high tops brand new
A piercing on her
white tees
And off-white jeans, don't play with me, that's all I need, boy
Look, I got confessions
I spoke with Yeshua about the Jesus that you mention
N.E.W Gang N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
N.EW Year N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might take your lady with the N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might give her back yeah
make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Im making momma proud, when i spit some dope shyt
Flows that could rock a crowd, i could move an ocean
If you dont know by now, lemme put you
chopping up the scene
I'm a dope boy dream
Escalade truck
You already know the beat turnt up
When I hop out I'm Louie up
Check my jewelry notorious
(Cairo-Opening Verse)
Uh
Two-two, there’s four them rolling by two-two
Holding a two-two, a deuce deuce
Lord Jesus, what do I do do the day I don’t
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