Lyrics:
to me
Won't find no way to me
They see the end of me
Don't see no end of me
They see the end of me
Don't see no end of me
They see the end of me
Don't see
but his right hand scuba dived
Don't die by a sword that you used to shine
You can drown for your king, you don't know about Ophelia
Cah we got iron,
was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked havin fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make
of them shits and I feel like I'm 50
No Curtis Jack' but I used to jack currency so they called me gimme
Give me that cash, Give me that bag, I don't care
is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?
So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used
I never lost no momentum
She take my soul just like venom
LIV that still the emblem
Uh
He wanna play then just let em
Hoodie to match with my denim
and commotion ain't a motherfuckin' fake
Back in the days our parents used to take care of us
Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us
Callin' the city
They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)
They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)
Probably why she like me
never lies
I wanna know what's going on inside
But they don't make 'em like you no more, no more
They don't make 'em like you no more
They don't
class, I've been working getting polished
No, I'm not gonna end this rhyme with college
Hoes taking pics like they gonna make a collage
They think with me
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
(Yeah)
(Had to do it like this yo)
(They don't know)
(Let em' know though)
Yo Check
All black everything skin color coffee
Die hard Fisha I can
white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
I got no roof and no ceilings
I used to have a top but then I lost it
50k no chilling
I make these bitches dance til they exhausted
I'm cold blooded
that basketball
(Now rapping basketball, Number 1, Kurtis Blow)
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
shells, really eat up your face
Run up the play
But no we don't play
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas know I'm on-call
Gave
out the trap, his ass can't even get off a QP
Rap niggas actin' like me, they my sons, call 'em Lil' Meech
She don't say my name, she call me daddy
people's children
I could sell these niggas blanks
How they tell me they don't feel 'em?
Feel me? You supposed to
You must think you fly in that coach
hoes
Got 'em in they feelings 'cause
They bitches in a chokehold
I'm like five minutes away
From gettin' a boatload
And light my whole city up, Porsche
colourless nigga, the sun just don't bling like it used to (It don't)
The birds just don't sing like they used to (They don't)
My words just don't ring like
overcame
But I'm the last airbender
I control the wave
It's flexibility on they words
Look how they bend the truth
They don't like to show they true
Colors
I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six
When I'm ripping the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed
When I got at the top and they made him
long ago when I
Started making these flows
Amazing and they don’t know anymore
Than they do ‘cause they
Just competition and I chew ‘em
Up and spit ‘em
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