Lyrics:
son holding Sun Chips
I wish they would've left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I've never met
the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-a** Don died, and he s*** in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
Real town biz, I'm a problem in my prime
I go stupid, that Bentley my new scrape thang
Check in the telly, give 'em the fake name
Where I'm from, if
when
I heard him rhyming
Then my brother got a deal and then I
Figured that I could and then I did
But it's kind of crazy in the music biz
Chances slim,
hit grand slams, never will I foul
Brothers pop fly when they be catchin deals
I step to your crew 'cause I know they think for you
Yo, you can't
your biz straight far from family ties
I'm the illest soldier that represents the culture
Dignified bywords like fresh, fly and ultra
Champion heroics
Yeah
Uh, uh oh
Startin' to feel this
Startin' to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo, who these cats think they is takin' they biz that's round here?
Yo,
nigga freeze move slow.
Plan the next move and keep your biz on the low. Repeat 2x
Verse 2-I made enough on the flip to start my own team.
A.T.F looking
a wo b3 nom bi
Wo b3 da ama week no b3 kc aba
Yo mo ma me akwaaba
Na me style no di y3 dapper
You hating on your brother
Jon nigga wore fi karma
I had
brother who don't like salt in his dirt
'cause in the streets, see, that's the way it is
U keep your mouth shut and stay out of other people's biz
See,
brother who don't like salt in his dirt
'cause in the streets, see, that's the way it is
U keep your mouth shut and stay out of other people's biz
See,
and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're
got some brothers by my side that'll kill anyone for me
No matter who, what, where, when, tuck your chain, this shit a robbery
All my life, I did this
Aye
Gang
Bitch
Big KBF shit nigga RBG shit you already know what it is
Gang
Gang
Beat the block
What the fuck is 225
And watch this choppa hit your
this direction
Reverse Racism is an excuse that
Also needs a correction
Thats right said it exactly
Just how it is
All my brothers fought side by side
aiyyoaw
Lord of your majesty and generosity
How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly
Ghetto property, street jeopardy
Death mack celebrities,
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
Greetings Gods and Goddesses
I go by the monicker of F1b0nacc1 the Fountainhead
And I'll be your worldwide anthropological tour guide this evening
by is by the lost that kill bay base kids
So the gun is who my role model is, the illest crip in the biz
Look, I'm never half of my steppin', I never
To give us chiefs and sheriff
I mean these motherfucking thieves
That was when Jesus came from Europa
Escorted by his brother
His twin from Arabia
They
stay in my biz
Please don't you come my way
Covered by the blood of Jesus
You can't touch this boy in your speakers
F*** it man I'm cutting like scissors
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