Lyrics:
hip-hop babies, burpin' y'all
I'm on my motherfuckin thousandth curtain call
Won't go pop, but I burst the ball, I crash the party
When you hear J-Ro hit
Yeah, move your body, inside the party
We 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
We got
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
I'm sipping Wok on the rock
I ain't really tryna talk
What you thought
What's the plot, aye
We taking shots like a Glock
You can feel it then don't
Drop her off at her mom's bumping pop rock
Raps bubble in my mouth like soda and pop rocks
My team starters and everybody was a walk on
Loop a blue
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene
with a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But Robocop
Funny I'm the one
They won't big up
Make em eat they words
Till they spit up
I done raised the bar
Since they said boy
Chin Up
Dog to the core
Don't
that you Cardi (God Damn)
Standing right infront of me, know you ain’t for me ( Get in there, Get in there )
Grab you by the neck, I know that you want
better recognize
I caught them haters by surprise
My flow is more thicker
My flow is more quicker
Young girl never old
My pockets stay Swol
You know that
Welcome to the world spurred by connected references
Anecdotes to mask the notes of our collective emptiness
Readiness to die like Biggie no big
gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he spun it
We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different-
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in
need!)
Forty on my hip there ain't no talking bitch
Ima really young with the slotty shit
We rock the night time, Like its the day time
Were feeling
Niggas ain't seen no thug popstar (popstar)
'cause they gon' know who it is when we slide on 'em crazy (crazy)
Know I keep that stick on me, at the party
I get packed
It seems easy surrounded by niggas that's real cheesy
Makes you look at a nigga real greasy
Don't get offended I may catch a big to my
name everytime I pass by
Yeah the ladies love me cuz the evil in my eyes
And the 805 show no love to shit
But get down when you bounce, rock, skate
the phone, the anklet is callin'
Bad bitch, yeah, I'm never stallin'
If I said I would then it's on sight
It's a bad party
Revin' big Harley's
(Bad-party
niggas love big bank rolls
My niggas aint scared to shoot
They gon let it off with they eyes shut closed
My niggas rock fancy clothes
My niggas fuck fancy
Uh, uh, uh
Hey
Uh, break it down, big batty, here to rock the party (c'mon)
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
Do what I must, ooh, what
I'm gonna rock out
Sliding up to the party, you know I be popping out
Moving real sturdy
Y'all talking out your ass and you claim I'm unworthy
They
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
a rock star
We wanna party like a rap star
In the club, in the house or the backyard, yeah
You make it rain with ones
I make it rain with hunds
bwoy crazy when she rock and come in,
ka oneka monga ka choka pa manzi,
wine like ah she create di big bad riddim,
smooth like di milk fi she take her
fuckin’ up a system
Like a young nigga goin’ crazy with the kick-drum
Like I sell big dope and turn it into crypto
Dirtbag boy divin’ deep into the dark web
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