Lyrics:
your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and
Flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car
Then I'm good
Call me the rap killer,
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin'
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
I might, ayup i might throw a hundred
On the Jacksonville Jaguars
‘Cause that's the same likelihood as
Me being a rap star
I don't ever lie to people
to get my six pack back
Used to move packs at your preschool
No common sense
But I don't sit on the bench
Rap game Johnny Bench with my fists clenched
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
[Bahamadia]
I'm mystical; don't be deceived by the visual
Visible preference is pure; patent it back to metaphors
Greetin' 'em Illa del style wild
to jail cause them years'll cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how I'ma put the game
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme
on and on and on and on and
(talking by Mega)
Know what I'm sayin big 9ine
Mega Bills you know the deal
Uh
Start this shit like this
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies
Acknowledgment of the power we posses to always and always, be more
All I knew was basketball and rap
Drug game watching me and brought me to the trap
Walked away
this
Bitch and i be ripping your bones apart by flipping these
Words I'm more gripping this curse these thoughts are Sporadic
The way i look at the mic
rap
You don't know what you saying, you don't know what you playing
Ain't no game, boy quit hating
All these pictures you be painting
No Da Vinci but
live by my words don't kill me
She throw her hands out the window
She like to rub on my tattoos
I only fuck her when my money right
She play games when
will fade to black
There ain't no time to waste, gotta stay on track
Won't stop til it's over, face the facts
Control the rap game
S.R.A. came to play,
I get v-i-c-i-o-u-s
V-i-c-i-o-u-s
Hop on the mic and the boy get vicious
Promise I am not fictitious
Clean up the game like I'm doin' the dishes
Praying for the Lord's blessings, hoping that they don't miss me
Life's like a game of Tetris, gotta take it piece by piece
Looking for the keys to success,
We back at it like a crack addict
Your mom moist , she’s my fanatic
10 years , champagne , feel the pain
Watch me penetrate the rap game
With a doggy
Knew the journey was foretold
In our lane beyond whats known
Puttin the game inna chokehold
We just wanna getta lotta gold
We know fortune favors
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