Lyrics:
To all these rappers I apologize
I know it ain't fair
The only ball I drop
New Years, Times Square
The world is mine
Sixth sense
I see
'em up
I don't be givin' a motherfuck, red dead bodies in this truck, time to get another truck
This is my last time, sicker than the ass virus
It's
a lot
I do what I want no I don't ask permission, No
If you bringing drama you gon' have to miss em, Dip
If you talk that bullshit I'm the last to listen,
on talking shit he get a fistful
Got em running like he gump
Fucking Chump
Pussy Fuckin runt
Outta luck
Bitch Ima punk
Tell em what the fuck
I don't give
Welcome everyone
Nate it's good to see you back
People we have a new member today
I'd like you to meet him
He's gonna stand up and tell us
What's
that’s what I’ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the…they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
the small of my back
I said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me
Say you know where they are?
He said, "I know where they be"
Let's peel their caps
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
I shoot, my aim wit' support
We get smoke and give 'em smoke
See these bad bitches do the most
See these girls all fuck, these ho's
I can never make
that wanna stop the Piscean from swimming
Turn my water to blood but I see 'em I'm winning
I figured out the formula to not having a formula
That being
don't need Joey to pump it
Pitbull, no muzzle
Badmon, I'm thuggin'
Dunno, gun smoke
Can't tell me nothin', there's no need for discussion
I
constricted by the motherfuckin' boundaries
An ounce of E or a pound of dro, couldn't place you on the planet web
I'm transmitting life from bro, brah, brah,
you some complimentary TDE ski masks
Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?
It don't matter, The Matrix old
I double cats, I ask 'em if
to box me
I don't blame em dow,I would jump on stage and flow,
And holla fuck the police and the radio
They cant stop me,but certainly them hoes can
bitch is fast and free
Swattin' 'em off, when I see this nigga's a flea
Plottin' of course for riches, millionaire wannabe
Whether you're in Cuba,
spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
skills on deck they want the recipe
They like how you do it and then keep it movin'
'Cause see me I usually lose it
When nigga act stupid, like he ain't
skills on deck they want the recipe
They like how you do it and then keep it movin'
'Cause see me I usually lose it
When nigga act stupid, like he ain't
Dominican flavors
And i'll show you how to do this player
Come see me on the first
Have a 2 for 1
You can have em black on black
Or white on white
I got this
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
New York, the real New York, I'm outside
I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block and see me, my niggas
All of y'all,
the water, quench yo' thirst and we don't sip on Fiji
You dragged in the fire, when you know you didn't need me
Changin' flows, when I'm by myself I
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