Lyrics:
Niggas, they gon' be fake, I'ma just go get paid, that's what it is
I'ma take one to the face, then I go chase that cake, we stand on biz
You know we
Bout my biz on the real
Man, you know what it is
Oh snap, this the smooth shit
Playa type grizz
Yeah my word is bond
Like stocks no bonds
I got stocks
just goin' 2 different direction man
Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back to the Swishahouse
And I decided not to ya know what I'm sayin'?
I'm
One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K
And this goes out to my DJ
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
a damn
I deck em in the head with a two by four
Now I’m taking all your bread because you’re not hardcore
Just laying on the floor with a hole in your head
Shanki couldn't get no lunch
At macds
Where he got bored by shh
U must be nuts lost ur mind if ur beefing wid us
Tek mans food
Then I'm eating it up
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
The beat cartel
Got that hustler hand book for you
Rule one never let them n****s know yo' biz (nope)
Two don't hesitate to cut a n***a loose
Three
remains
Found out life's worse when you go against the grain
Don't be afraid to die eventually we'll all be dead
In a cemetery filled with alcoholics
run somethin' by you
Used to hit my line and I'd be incentivized
When we talk I feel like I'm on thin ice
Don't understand how what we had just died
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Yes for you and your people, queens and not
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
Can you feel it?
I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
Cash in a flash,
that they trying to be selling me
Definitely, happily, every, after me no man
Not for me, uh uh, not for me
You can call this a statement demanding
That's the homie, real talk, no matter where you go
City to city, flow to flow
Even in the penitentiary man
I'm the homie man, I be lookin out,
you
sniff 'em,
I'm chillin' with my man Max and Sékou with the spliff an'
Reminisin' about the time the flow used to rock
But '98 it's mellowbag
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Love don't make you money and that's a matter of fact
Tryna make this money, tryna get to the bag
I quit my 9 to 5 then went back 2 the trap
I
to
A cordless, you can't afford this, don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle,
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
I'm under construction bitch I got the blueprint
People tryna change me I don't need your two cents
I be on my rockstar I be on my cool shit
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