Lyrics:
I just wanna' get all of
My niggas off the block
I just wanna' get all of
My niggas off the block
Came up with a master plan, I was in a box
Hidin'
WORLD Productions man I'm on my Twilight Zone
I produce my own songs mix and master write and record on my own
Then I ask myself how can you compete with
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
When I come to this mic, I'm better than you hatin' fools (Chia!)
But I do it with J's on (fresh!)
My wave's strong. Hip-hop's still in my veins
This
that
I'm a motherfucking savage, do damage
Count the motherfucking cabbage, cause havoc
Living motherfucking lavish, I stack it
All this
of
New ones, so I can systematically do em
The old ones, huh, I already been through em
Two by two, I do em like Noah
Yes you know the time, so let's go
prepared
For what most fear
I Do my due diligence daily
Engineer
Produce
Write
Record
Mix and Master
Greatly
Not to mention
Build business
I'm nice with my
IA, Method
I'm only gonna say this once
Mixing up my mix when I'm hitting the trail
Making stacks on stacks, too big to fail
Tryin'a make the best
You are watching a Master at work.
The special will now give an eloquent speech...
Based Upon c True Story.
Jada. Ka$h. Fuck cround cnd Find Out.
I
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
myself
Every mix, every master, I do it by myself
I'mma leave you on the shelf, you are just a
Ghost to a friend, what you are, man
You are just a ghost
tracks
But can't freestyle and thats that
If dissed you couldn't clap back
Then ima cue the laugh track
I have to say
Just lol at these emcees who see
This rap shit I'm a master
Countin' up this money like this shit even matters
Smokin' blowin' O's doin' ghost call it Casper
Mix wit' some shatter
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
captivated by business
They call it Stockholm syndrome
The love is real but fake
I do chemsex, party and play
G on, cuddle puddles
Elon's Hall of Shame
Shady
from a blacksmith
Made my own fucking throne
(How much do you write?)
Well
I make the beats
I write the raps
I mix, master and produce my own tracks
I
everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault Dre,
do my best to show you how I do it
Don't need no competition
My inner-self's my competition
You just witnessed a master beat, transform
of the master
Buck boom buck, another neighborhood disaster
Drummer hit me one
A gun is a gun is a mothafuckin' gun
But an organized side keep a sellout
Don't lose, I'm too used to it
Master Luke, didn't choose force powers to be loose in me
Destiny calling me, I shoot for it
Meteors maneuvering
Only
the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
By the bulge in my pants so let's do
a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas
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