Lyrics:
through her Kevlar
She drop dead gorgeous like Jessica Nkosi and Nia Long
cnd i hit that booty, hit a grand slam... out the park
Rep my set, Ngaru, 50
got shot by they own
AI cross got 'em shook, huh (AI cross got 'em shook)
Workin' out with the big dogs
With the weight, now watch me cook, huh
Top
two, we takin' over
Worldwide, I'm excited, sorry to hold ya
Jump in line, it be me and Goldmine from the 305
Destroyin' competition, who be rappin'
I got the city on go
This ain’t who you met before
This time is nothing like back then
Now I hop on the Porsche with Air Forces
On a flight, gon get
privacy anxiety every time I Played the piano was compulsory studying Chopin while listening to Method Man Wu-Tang Clan 50 cent and Eminem
Feeling out
Bitches and they love
My rep·er·toire
Brand Foreign Car
That s**t Push to Start
Roof got lot of stars
Amex on the Card
Ain't no competition
None these
and Mr. O ahpotraphe
Never listen to these popasees cause they suck!
(I love 50 Cent he gritty went he vent but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my demeanor
your hands on me
It all started in Africa with the masters colony
They ripped us gold, with damn diamonds
Kings and queens, we strong Warriors, we black
getting cents
Off a couple hundred hits
Candidate equiped
With google trackers, and hackers
Forcing thousand of clicks off of viral clips
Legit Concepts
fear[00:48.35]Know I take them all under[00:50.34]I am Wes Lee don't trust me[00:52.75]This could be deceiving when the trust matching every weekend[00:55.87]I'm built
the greatest on the, mic
I'll be the greatest on the, mic
Who the greatest? Mike
Who the greatest? Mike
You ain't got a punchers chance in the ring with me
/bitch pls just believe me/running up gone get hit /all my niggas come equip with 9millies/ and da switch kit 50 shots get your wig split/best believe Ima
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
Die rich or trying to get whatever 50 cent said
I'm the man I'm the boss that's the belt I wear across
On my waist unbuckle it for haters who want
on
Having
Malcolm little thoughts
Of being king
But the dream
Was to survive
By any means
I owe it to the corner
So I proudly rep
Like this nigga'
The last
bet that we shutting it down
Yeah
Hundreds and fifties we stack it up silly
They been no the dealy
Who running the city from OT to Philly
Don't
Won't you sing along with me
We out drinkin by the Pool
Like this was all for free
Got a girly now
So get the fuck off me
Ask me how me what I'm doin
I'm
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
with you
You know I'm ridin' with you, they know (uh)
We could ride on these niggas or we can walk and get 'em (either, or)
Fish scale in
who loves you
(Don't leave me, baby)
Now I ain't your 50 cents, I ain't your Eminem, I ain't your Jigga man, I'm a Chinaman
But I'll serve more beef
a send a text, shawty we on Cinemax
Feelin' like I'm in a scope (interscope)
Fuck the aftermath, we sent(cent) 50 at his cantaloupe
Made it thru the rain,
a wrap and harmonize
Bathroom trips don't idolize, now we gotta get the rides
Fuck a 50 limit i'm going in with 100 men
100 men in Taco Bell now that's
a sweater already
Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
(You know it like a poet, my
hustling and shooting dice
5-0 come around we get to scrambling yea we outta sight
Never got shorted by my plug he always did me right
I always call him GOAT
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