Lyrics:
24/7 consecutive, no sleep
Bonafide, grinding numbers
Tryna finesse my feet
You bout that call
Then let's go run up another suite
Reload the protein powder
And let's never taste defeat
Je Suis Mane or Khasa
Tout le Monde everybody
Unifying up in Gaza
Recovering from pain
Devil's advocate in Prada
Dammi falastini
I stay balanced like Ciaga
In this lane, never switching
Focused like King Charles
Racking Queen Elizzy notes
Fеw verses
Yeah, I keep a fеw
Thеy get stuck like gucci chains
Gucci chains
Lockers to thе board roam
I made it look so sane
Suede, Air Max 95, tri-racial mix
Bados, Guyana, Tunis
Have you dance to my soca mix
What you know about catching
Supreme cases overseas
Outdoors VVS1 finessing taxes clean
Flawless haa?
That day naa na one ne daa y3
Sowutoum boy no y3
Sowutoum boy no y3
Sowutoum boy naa if you nor Dey roll plus am aa wony3 guy
We we Dey control
We Dey blow this doe all day
Ampukyekye checki Hwe me wo girls b3 y3 fortey
Everything nice,everything good chalee me I'm okay
Me y3 okay
T) asuoden abo)den chain locker no mpo y3 4k
Boy ne y3 guy
Sowutoum boy no y3 guy
Boy ne y3 guy
Sowutoum boy no y3 guy
Boy ne y3 guy
Sowutoum boy no y3 guy
Boy ne y3 guy
Sowutoum boy no y3 guy
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, Throwing punches in the room
If he cries he cries, we don't drink away the pain
When a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playing on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
the wall is dangerous, and this is my penance
my penance and my task
i did it once and they wondered
yet i need to go, once more around
up breathtakingly
across rigidly
down easily- and foolishly
i endeavoured again
to climb the wall in vain
and capture back my chain
of lillies and remains
of lillies and remains
of lillies and remainsin the marbled reception hall, i received a three band gold
ring, from mark, a token of esteem, running through ghost
closet locker rooms, to hide from peter, who has fallen to
the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly
endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth.
WELCOME TO MY HOME
ITS FULL OF RUSTED HOOKS
AND BROKEN BONES
SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE
SERVING UP STEAK
MADE OUT OF YOU
THERMOSTAT IS BROKEN
LAST I CHECKED ITS 43 BELOW
ANTHROPOPHAGY
IS HOW I FEED MY CRAVINGS NOW
No one is safe from me
Take a step in now you’re meat to me
Hanging you on my hooks
To hear screaming
right before I drain the swine
I got no problems with bloody bodies
Shit I love to see them squirm crying out
“Please don’t do this, I got a family”
Chopped em chopped em into bits
I do not fuck around
Footsteps on the ground
Do not turn around
Unless you wanna watch me gouge
I AM YOUR DEATH
Walking through the locker
Rusted chains around your broken ankles
I AM YOUR DEATH
Terrified of everything
Creak the floor and you piss your pants
THERE IS NOT A SINGLE PLACE
FOR ANYONE TO FUCKING HIDE
FROSTBURN ON YOUR FINGERS
AS YOU TRY TO CRAWL
THE TISSUE DIES
THIS SHIT IS A GAME TO ME
HUNTING MY PREY CAUSE ITS FUN TO ME
IF I WANT YOU TO DIE
I’LL KILL YOU THEN AND THERE ALRIGHT
and run
And the tough guy
'S coming, to close
The Palace Gate
He comes with an
Heavy chain
Upon his shoulder
With a locker
Night's-watch
They feel like doom
But it's only for the cash
'Caus you were the day
And you were night
Yeah you were the day
And you were my life
Printing out
The checking list
Just lookin' at
The alcohol cabinet
Well I fell like
I'm fifteen again
So turn up the mic
I will, yeah I will
Sing again
Hey!
Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico
Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot
And people think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
Keeping it quiet
Buyin' some time until
I ain't violent
Instead of a scene
I'm taking a vow of silence
Reminded to try and find
A way to comply
But I can only take one breath at a time
Something inside is taking over
Not another dynamite
Inching to the brink of panic override
It's a parasite
Leave me alone
Someone let me out, cause I might be a threat
I'm about lose every ounce of myself
Compress, compress
Devil told me I was blessed
The angel told me it was a test
Bout to reach a peak, bottle up all the stress (Yeah)
I can barely breathe, seepin' out of the cracks
Compress, compress
Compress, compress
Come on, yeah, look
The feeling ain't too usual
I usually don't ever have to second guess the level of my energy percentage
Been cooped in, been locked up, break chains off that locker
That one piece all you need, depends on your roster
Let's see who got your back (I got your back)
Let's see which one healthy
Let's see which one trusting
Let's see which one helps me
Let's see who gon' stay true
Let's see who gon' play right, baby please don't stress me
I've been, I've been, I've been fighting like I'm
Dying, dying, dying, and I don't wanna dive in
Right now I'm deeper than ever, secret, tell me who the teller is, it's relevant
Elevated, interrogated, the hell it is, somebody let me out this box before I
Someone let me out, cause I might be a threat (God)
I'm about lose every ounce of myself
Compress, compress
Devil told me I was blessed
The angel told me it was a test
Bout to reach a peak, bottle up all the stress (Yeah)
I can barely breathe, seepin' out of the cracks
Compress compress
Compress compress
Someone let me out, cause I might be a threat
I'm about lose every ounce of myself
Compress, compress
Devil told me I was blessed
The angel told me it was a test
Bout to reach a peak, bottle up all the stress
I can barely breathe, seepin' out of the cracks
Compress, compress
Compress, compress
Dre left, shit wasn't the same
And I would've did anything for that nigga Death Row chain
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
Dre started Aftermath and found Em
Eazy-E died from AIDS but why him?
Got the stogies in the whip
And she wanna take a ride
Cold air blowing smoke
Yeah as we drive
Four door Nissan
While we skrrt through the night
Skrrt through the night
Got the stogies in the whip
And she wanna take a drive
Cold air blowing smoke
Blowing as we ride
Four door Nissan
I skrrt through the night
Skrrt through the night
Nissan loving
Ugly pretty boy thuggin
Ima steal your heart just to break it into nothing
Tell ya go home right before I start cutting
Cause you don't deserve to see my blood running
Yeah you just a toy til I move onto another
I know its kinda fucked but my love goes to another
Lc got my shit its in Davy Jones locker
Nothing break them chains
Bezelment on the cage
So I just drive through the night
With my demons on my side
Drive through the night
Looking to die
I don't even need it
She just don't need me
I just don't need it
You got stars in your eyes
I wanna take a drive
Blowing smoke as we ride
Got the stogies in the whip
And she wanna take a ride
Cold air blowing smoke
Yeah as we drive
Four door Nissan
While we skrrt through the night
Skrrt through the night
Got the stogies in the whip
And she wanna take a drive
Cold air blowing smoke
Blowing as we ride
Four door Nissan
I skrrt through the night
Skrrt through the night
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains, nicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MCs with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man ,they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking
Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
(I was drinking) I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun
(I fought the law) and I cold won
Blackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dillingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dusted out B-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
Most finkinest B-boy, I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest B-boy, I think you're shit
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest B-boy, I'll tax you, boy
Most illingest, illingest, illingest B-boy
Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains, nicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MCs with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man ,they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking
Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
(I was drinking) I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun
(I fought the law) and I cold won
Blackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dillingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dusted out B-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
Most finkinest B-boy, I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest B-boy, I think you're shit
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest B-boy, I'll tax you, boy
Most illingest, illingest, illingest B-boy
Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah
You were sitting on that Silverado bumper
Outside our locker room right after the game
Glowing in the tan you got that summer
I walked by and you said, "Hey"
Yeah, that night's still clear as day
First time we'd ever beat East Lincoln county
Big party down at Ricky Bowman's place
I walked up, you threw your arms around me
And whispered you loved to watch me play
Yeah, that night's still clear as day
There ain't one second times erased
Every detail is still in place
You hold to what you love
Some things never fade
And that night's still clear as day
We went to get some fresh air on the back porch
I put my class ring by the cross on your gold chain
You backed my back against those cedar clapboards
My lips ain't never been kissed that way
Yeah, that night's still clear as day
There ain't one second times erased
Every detail is still in place
You hold to what you love
Some things never fade
I walked you to your brother's Silverado
When you climbed behind the wheel, you seemed okay
Last thing you said was "I'll call you tomorrow"
That's a call you never got to make
They blamed it on the fog and pouring rain
And that night's still clear as day
Standing on the couches
Her man is out of towning
Have some adultery, baby
Don't you go be so childish
Not into diamonds I'm shining just
To get geechied out
When it get too cute I say "cool
" I just let Miss Reesy know
Magic City, a stack for the fattest asses
My Black Bentley is rented
Right now I'm stackin
This is my passion, I'm out Atlanta
Smashing some action and it's not just talk
When I get to the box
I'm as dashing like Cassius
For the nights I was suffering
Bought a condo in Buckhead
Like a condom that's scuffed up
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Love it, they need it
The illest young'un to speak it
It's really something about me that
Make hot emcees go anemic
2 chains, I got 2 bitches
Watch me put it all together
Just like 2 Swishers
Got your baby mama sending nude pictures
If you don't like it
Hope you got your tool wit' ya
I'm an eskimo, nigga, I got cold bars
And my bank account look just
Like a phone card had to move that bitch so
Far she need a postcard
Then I switched the grill on the Chevy
Got a nose job
Wet lips on the rims: I call em "blow job"
If they ain't getting money tell em "go rob"
Yea I'm ballin' hard like a globetrotter
Now I got em on they
Toes cause my flow hotter
I'm balling bitch: globetrotter
If that pussy good
I tell that bitch "Let's go shopping"
These shoes right here ain't
Come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars
I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch
3 cell phones and still I won't call a bitch
I like mine with no pork in it
Want a meal with no fork in it
Outfit, I ordered it and I'm the
Shit?
I'm tryna get so high, feel like I'm in freefall
5'10", feelin' 8 feet tall
Coldplay, bands in my G star
And yours ain't, the same ones that these are
Sunset, she just wanna see the stars
Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all
Rosé, take one to the brain
Cobain, rollin' up romaine
Mix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens
Big team, yeah them bitches cheerlead
Came through in the clutch, hit the last shot
And you was on the sideline like a mascot
West side
Twist it up, knew I wasn't rich enough
Back then when I was gettin' kitchen cuts
But right now it's Dita frames when you picture us
See a negro, next day, same clothes, same hoes
Everywhere that I go, I think I seen 'em all
(Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all)
Key the car, sound just like a dinosaur
Martin Luther, I got everything that you was fightin' for
Underrated but I'm overpaid, puttin' in overtime
This shit ain't happen overnight, my nigga Nijah know the grind
All my chains is shoulder length and all these bitches show me love
And most these niggas broke as shit, I got broke-nigga-phobia
Go green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to
I'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room
I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot
And you was on the sideline like a mascot
I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me
She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes
Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods
I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug
Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough
To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was
I might not pick up my phone and let that hotline bling on you
Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion
Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on
Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on
We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean
(Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter)
Sueleen
I must have been momentarily insane
The night I raised my cane Sueleen
Little darlin' born to be driftin'
You're my livin' proof
But you're on the move
Don't you understand
That I had my revenge
The night I got that rocker
I knew I'd risk the locker
And pay for your swimmin'
In the moonlight, with a beau
In the Gulf of Mexico
I'm here on the floor
Wondrin' who the hell I did it for
Sue me, sue me, Sueleen on me
Baby I love you like no other
Sue me, sue me, Sueleen on me
You always did it better
Sue me, sue me, Sueleen on me
Don't want to talk to no doctor
Sue me, sue me, Sueleen on me
How about gluing it back together
How about gluing it back together Sueleen
Yeah
That's right, and I'ma be up here for a minute
And I ain't goin' nowhere and I'm usin' that phone
And I'm have my little snacks and all that with me
And I dare a nigga to go in my locker
Because yo, I'm not playin' wit ya niggas man, I'm tellin', you
If you want somethin', ask me for it, man
And if I like you like that, I'm a hold you down
But if you think you gon' try to do that move, that Tom & Jerry shit on me
And have my fingers smashed on the ceiling
Never, never duke, I'm tellin you, I'm a snatch you up there
I'm a snatch you out that little Iceberg t-shirt you got on
And that little platinum bullshit-ass chain you got
Straight up, and your haircut game is fucked up
I'm toe-tyin' them niggas, them niggas are dudun-dudun, nigga
Straight up, yo that nigga 50 Cent?
Fuck a gold chain, I rather cop a piece of a silver
Never did no homework, left the papers in my locker
Tissue in my cap, cause the sweat fuck up my line up
Gore-tex on when the rain is hard to walk in
Fuck a gold chain, I rather cop a piece of a silver
Never did no homework, left the papers in my locker
Tissue in my cap, cause the sweat fuck up my line up
Gore-tex on when the rain is hard to walk in
I done seen it all, even coke heads tryna line em
Never talk bout bread, cause these niggas pocket watchin
If he try to front, then my niggas gonna line em
Roll another blunt when I know the bitches slidin
Remember droppin' 40 on day one of February
Ever since that day, I been walkin' with my chest up
I call it stealin' swag, but y'all can call it what y'all want it
Wear a ski mask, cause these niggas love recordin
Fuck a gold chain, I rather cop a piece of a silver
Never did no homework, left the papers in my locker
Tissue in my cap, cause the sweat fuck up my line up
Gore-tex on when the rain is hard to walk in
Keep my eyes sharp, cause I know there's a bigger plot
I hate when weirdo niggas try to act like they could vibe
I hate when pussy niggas talk, so I don't pay them mind
I should've seen this comin', bitch try to fuck my guys
Should've let us know, I ain't into wastin' time
My favorite number's nine and six, perspectives often miss
It ain't about my skin, but how much cheddar my pockets fit
I'm sanctioned round The Bronx, always here with my clique
Fuck a gold chain, I rather cop a piece of a silver
Never did no homework, left the papers in my locker
Tissue in my cap, cause the sweat fuck up my line up
Gore-tex on when the rain is hard to walk in
Fuck a gold chain, I rather cop a piece of a silver
Never did no homework, left the papers in my locker
Tissue in my cap, cause the sweat fuck up my line up
Gore-tex on when the rain is hard to walk in
(Wheezy outta here)
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I gave my Rolls Royce some wings
Drink so damn cold, I could freeze
Ayy, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend two-fifty
Now my chain cost half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi'
Made twenty-five million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm
Now all of these hoes fuckin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm
Shawty say she like me 'cause she slidin' through the trenches with me
Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie
Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this shit way too easy
I put your bitch in CC, Celine, Chanel, if need be
You niggas really actors, you shoulda been on TV
You talkin' like you turnt up, you niggas really T-D
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich nigga posture
Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper
Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
Who did your jewelry?
Man, they know what they doing
They talking to 12
They go 'round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell
They up on the net, they flashing they Tecs
They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of they chains
Then they put they location where they hang, this the new game
But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man
All these youngsters want to be Bloods, it used to be about the Blue gang
Murder weapon, they don't ditch 'em, that trophy shit
Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked 'em with, these niggas over-snitch
Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer
These 90's babies crazy, but 2000's a lil' harder
Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up
Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell 'em they did it
Man, fuck
Man, these people fucked up
Man, fuck, fuck
These people fucked up
I turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone
I'm thinking 'bout Duke, I put on my shoes, I go check his room
'Cause niggas his age ain't screwed tight, niggas his age, they goon like
We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night
First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood
My girl did it, telling on they own girl for the world, for the world
They got these psycho lil' bitches, they think they're Bonnie, man
They don't need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man
Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas
Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission
Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all he had
Hurt my heart 'cause an 80's baby did that, got a nigga like "shit"
Man, fuck
Man, these people fucked up
Man, fuck, fuck
These people fucked up
El Chapo back home, they raising prices
They killing our kids, man, I'm talking ISIS (They really don't like us)
Got niggas on bids, man, T-maine and Tys
My touch ain't like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain't Midas, I strike lighters
I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts
Most of American gangsters was American rats
Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped
That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at
Have you like
Man, fuck
Man, these people fucked up
Man, fuck, fuck
These people fucked up
I'ma tell you once nigga I don't talk twice
If you get down bad wit me
Nigga you gone loose yo life
I'm the real Uptown Nigga 4 Life
And if I killed you fuck you nigga
Yo ma ain't raise you right game tight
Me and Lil Wheezy keep this rap shit tight
Gone be a boss balla all my fuckin life
8 figga, million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my fault
Say Lil Wayne a nigga wanna
Offer me some real head
Say lil daddy I got to
Have this fuckin real head
Bad enough these white folks want
To change tha game from lil to big to make
It easier for the feds
I don't sniff cause they know
A nigga straight paid
I keep my money round that Nolia
That's where tha fuck I play
If you know me from bussen
You know I love trouble
And if you know me from stuntin
You know I love Bubble
And if you really know me you
Know I ride at night
I been thuggin since dry rice
Wodie I ain't right
I got my chopper in my trunk
And my vest wit me i'm bout to go scoop up
Lil Derrick out that STP
All I know is hustle fuck
Bein loaded and broke
I like to ball in Seberban
And drive a Lex Bubble
Fuck gettin 20 dollars, I rather shine
Ball till I fall, ride fly to I die
Half a thing going for five
Dog it's on, cut brick up sell in 18 zones
Better get yo hustle on do what you gotta
Play with my feddie I'm commin
At you with that chopper
All day, all night ridin or walkin
See when I spot you 50
Shots you'll be my target
Kill everything around shouldn't been
Around my target
Bullets don't have no names niggas
If you lame you better back
Up out tha game nigga
Tha diamonds "bling bling" they blind ya
Tryna stick me for my paper "click
Click" they found ya buried
In tha million dollars
Respect my whole click
Smoked Outt, we be tha shit
From 98 to 99 to 2006 i run wit Big Tymers
Paper Chasers and Rap Rhymers
Big Tymers, 100 Thousand Dollars Car Driver
Rim Shiners, Fuck gettin my noise dirty
Ya catch me survin
Watchin TV's in tha Seberban
It's real great, drinkin cristal by tha case
Etin steaks, scorin keys, and sells is great
I'm lovin that
Foot Locker and sports clubs I done brought
For tha hoes that you sayin you
Love I done hit that
And tha G's you sayin you makin I
Done been there and done that
We Smoked Outt Black
What you boys know bout that Beamer I got
99 sports car bullet proof drop top
Smasin dashin up yo block
You follow me look in the front
12 slugs on shine so you know I'm gone stunt
My whole click bout drama
Nothin but real G's
From down south to over seas
All about makin G's
Nigga my click would out shine you any day
Start ballin outta control ever since I
Learned to flip that yay
Took tha advice from Lil he said
It's all about a dollar
Hooked up wit Da'Shawn now them
Hoes be wantin to holla
Locker 100 G's in meinem Backpack
Winter dunkel unterwegs in der North Face
Dicke Chain on my neck (ice)
Seh mich in Germanys Top 10
Spendabel, Fresher Atem, beste Ware.
This a ocean, this is not a wave
I take slow breaths, this could end today
Gun shots, hot sauce, block block
Block-a block-a! Help us, impala, so hot
Put in Davey Jone's locker!
Says licker, daddy rasta, spend nickel
Turn around where you from
We just put a cannonball like lonzo
Said I'm from out of town, man, ion know
Shit (shit, shit) shit (shit)
I got this new bitch from the burbs
But her whip game proper
Mother get green xans coming
Straight from the doctor
The perfect combination
Even had em' in her locker
Selling blow for blow like
I'm Malcolm on boxes yeah I been wildin'
Get used to my dial tone
And them trees skylin', get my fuckin' on
Die alone, threat me
Face shots smokin' your pound home
Been hit the home run
Can't catch me with them ground balls
Undertaker, last outlaw
Eyes rolled behind my head
Like I'm off this molly water
I could fight wit' Harry Potter
Off this Molly golly
I could fight wit' Harry Potter
Off this Molly golly
And we still staining
And we all still gangin'
Niggas still tucking chains man
And we ain't even on that
I'm just coolin with the hoes
I'm just smoking with my bros
Aye, aye lately on the road
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