Lyrics:
can't fuck with no broad if she can't hold my Switch
Tell the bank teller when she count out my crisps
That I need em all blue like my shit made by crips
This is for the 90s, rewind it to the Mecca
when New York is untouchable, like The L.O.X. trifecta
My vision is independent the black Tribecca
Before you step into my classa
Huh I hear you sayin mi casa su casa
Never that, it's mi casa
I ride wit the same Rasta
From jump, we thick as thieves
Eat
gotta love them by the minute, now you realize this,
its sad it takes a loss to appreciate the gifts,
so celebrate the occasion,
just breathing is
it... rockin' it
You know the rhymes are so bad when they come to me
I'll make your fans step forward, and other rappers flee
Ask me about my
anyway to beef
They be texting on the low, only when they want from me
I see the clique change, switched lanes
Some are doin big thangs
Guided by the money
sticking up the cyphers (get it)
Woke up thinking my own damn religion is a sniper
Just to build a skyscraper villain you can fight for (what)
Back before
by a cop thinkin he tough
You bust, Amadou Diallo is us, and what
Now I'm on my knees, beggin GOD PLEASE
Save me from the fires of hell
Let water
take it back
Survey says my hair is too long
You can call me Samson
When I think about His goodness too long
Then a ninja start dance
I ain't mad how you
On my side o town the streets get so cold
Niggas died left right and on every corner
I done to so many funerals
That Im open to leave caskets closed
Get the paper
Get the sterling and change to naira o lord
My guns are blazing
Yeah my goons are grazing
Yes it's time to pluck it
Don't try to block
on
Let me hold you strong
Calm you down when you are
Feeling anxiety
I lower the tone in my voice
Tune in to what my body needs
Inviting me quietly to
Put
all the shit that's going on
But I got a bone to pick
With the people that's in it
And my momma say
Fuck who I'm offending
You wake up everyday
And you
top, by the way my diamonds hit
All my stones are Karats
All of my A.P. face can't tell what time it is, getting hoes in Paris
Need at least two
[Big Oak]
Straight out the box it be Oak and don't expect me to choke
When I'm backed by a beat that straight rocks
I ain't no joke and I suggest you
Come on and make room
Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer
Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan
Get high, get by any
say "no se nada"
"No espeake the english" you definitely tweakin'
I'll take all yo' money
Go home to my honey and sit in my chair
While you are home
Fashion, Relief Fund
You ain't listening, my music got its own chemical compound
God written, I mean good writtenz
To them haters that didn't listen
Yeah,
Man, this is the last song before I ever let all this shit go
Man, I love y'all
Shit changed my whole life for this shit
Life went slow, you know
Still you praise me, acting like I’m a hero
Nah, keep that to yourself…
‘Cause I don’t show my slinking side
Unless there’s no one else around
Like I
the Jews know my family by name
Growing up, single parent, had a disadvantage
Mama always working no supervision, God kept me managed
Little experiments,
Yeah, I'm a God that came from the Lord
Down in the dirt, I'll build a forest
Can't give you the sauce, better make yo' own
Metal gear, my gang is solid
That nigga a bitch, he be walkin' with mace
Like, let's take a trip right to chase You jackin' the beat by the tie of your lace
Hold on, bullets is
patient
But My education ain't for you to learn
Better step outta my face before I splurge
Get out my way cuz you know it's my turn
You going to war if
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