Lyrics:
this bish I born to reign/
No ghost writers, I don't imagine things/
Malcolm with the pen, by any means/
I'm Tupac to enemies, my friend-a-mies/
Swear
Cross my fingers for heaven and a
Burn a chalice with brethren
Three-six-five, twenty-four-seven
Hold cigars like 7-11
Jars of that seven-four-seven
find her waist
Wait, back to the money ain't no time to waste
I-57 flyin' down the interstate
Sippin' Deleon, it's an acquired taste
And by the way it's
dark vador
I got a glock it came with a laser my diamonds
They beating my wrist joe Frazier Setta hold twenty three
Like he play four the lakers
I'm in
hostin' different ghettos
Different sounds each night
No drive by's in caddies
Clocking marks
Up on the east side
No kids with 40's
Shootin' dices under
One time for your influences one time
Two times for your influnces two times
Three times for your infuences
Three
No me with no infuences
My momma
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
wasn't there
And you knew it wasn't there because three blinks and it
Goes away
At least for a second or you can see through 1 16th of the
Spaceship
to times I've changed it's really not the same no more
Outside, fuck it man I'm outside
What's it like to be an outcast
Look Mrs. Jackson, I'm way past that
lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson
that I'm out here illegal as shit
so of course I ain't got me no license
But I'm ridin', with my four brothers
I mean 3 brothers, cause it's four of us
lil' boys
I was bustin' 7'6'2's
when you was playin' with toys
[Transformers sample, followed by insane laughter]
G.I Joe, motherfucka you like
chest, yo
I been carrying weight like a gym rack
And I don't mean shit you get rid of
By picking up bottles or packets of SlimFast
Like a Jackson classic,
like me
You play around, nigga, I'll Joe Jackson this beat
You busy blind in the streets
Tryna act like you see
But you dickride niggas, codependency
nigga rappin' like he knows the captain
Bought on no shit about no Joe Jackson
Those facts, you broke rapper
Niggas be mad how my approach dapper
Don't
King Kong down in Hong Kong
Show in Brooklyn fuck the 9-9
Booger sugar hit by my slime
Subway pregame feeling sublime
Postgame Joe's to dine and wine
I
pregnant with your baby
You ain't my main, you my maybe
Big, big pimpin', call me Jay-Z
But I'm also Janet Jackson
What have you done for me lately?
smokin' out the zip
D-X-3 the mob, yeah we all know we gon' be rich
You know we ain't trippin' bout no money that we spent
Ran it up, ain't look back since,
Over 21 still a savage
No drive by walk out and blast em
Make em dance like Michael Jackson
I need a poetic Janet Jackson
Be yo Pac give you thug passion
right
Me and Joe are on the go, movin fast, not slow
Sportin Filas and Adidas and some are Kangols
We ride on 747's, not DC-10's
We'll take a 3
no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
shinin'
And sunshine from the back, or from behind
I'm guaranteed, with no flaw
I'm down by law
Close your jaw
Make love to you mind like its never
rephrase it
Feeling hit?
Then why don't you talk back like you did
You just got hit by a girl how does that feel though
I hate it when these boys call me joe
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