Lyrics:
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Don't worry 'bout me, I'm nobody
Move off Achilles heel like nobody
Numb, sometimes feel like nobody
Feels how I move, all head, no body
But please
the house down
Brimmed up I rest in the test till my pride betide
And the heavens doors post to host
Mirages turn to garages before entourages
Fake emcees
the main reason why your girl mia
Flexing gettin that pay major moves making plays
Aye
That's the only way I know to be
Bitches love me like I'm Jodeci
Never
Phantom, five hundred thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or rappin'? I might just pop up with Drizzy like
What's free?
Free is when
off-balance
I switch hands like Allen
I'm just blessed, full of talent
For the whole 6, I'm wildin'
You think she your baby girl
She text us like Dallas
of the album is called,
like I said before, 'The Prophecy'. YouknowI'msayin? It's the
Lord Buddha Monk. And what? Niggaz, what?
[DJ] Straight up, we got
'ma get sober when I'm dead
Niggas out here acting like I ain't the same
Fuck around get shot and I don't check for veins
I just turned your house into
mama, my daddy and day one nigga a key to my house (key to my house)
Made five-hundred thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
this bitch off like we Boosie
Shout out to Leno aye tell em free Supa
I'm straight from the West where they know me as Poopa
Got the trap house
called the terminators
I'm Kool G Rap, and he's Polo
He cuts like a pro when I go solo
He's a record spinner winner, that you can bet
Eats DJ's for
I'm too late 'cause she's
Already on her knees
Slip slurp and slop, from bottom to top
Like Maxwell House, good to the last drop
Not tryna hurt you bro,
D.J Holiday, gyeah!
Bricks!
All-white bricks
Off-white bricks
Light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all
Tell 'em this too shall pass
Down on my luck, I was fucked up
Pulled up on cuz in my Ram truck
This is where he live, Slap Trap house
Full
the house? There are no
Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago
Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU in
the house? There are no
Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago
Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU in
bitch, I'm number one
Feel like DJ Khaled, make a hit then make another one
Diamonds on my chain, hitting harder than the summer sun
My bag so fucking
Another one
Ayo Nick Grant, sometimes you just gotta say "Fuck 'em"
They been hating, so fuck 'em all (DJ Khaled)
You must've told her I
Cube sittin' by the Doc, O'Shea
C-notes under the couch with the old face
Shit, I'm headin' to Puffy's house, a million dollars a plate (blah)
Comin'
I end up in jail
I go, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might
Have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with
Me when I gave you my song
start preachin' like the reverend
The good die young
I don't know what Roddy was talkin' 'bout
With a fifty round they shot my
Nigga at his mama house
Hundred. Free Cheap. Free Homie.Free smoke Free smoke.
Free Smoke. Free TJ. Free beats by the DJ. Nothing free out of Eastbay. Running shoes on me each
lean
Between the triple team
Wiped em out like a drought
Damn I'm raps tetracycline
Them lips foretold these apocalypse
Everything had a shot
my photo
With those mono's, AO
I'm chillin' in the house like a 'G'
With the Bloody Beetroots rocking ill-frequencies
MSTRKRFT, 'Fist Of God',
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