Yo, summer holding the nine, split the Vega in half rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stopping, hide your rocks, The kid with the knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, your corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand rabbits The kid through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen in gold Signs from the high causes me to break the mold How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I off the ledge? The Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, impossible, pull out black burners like Two Gallants, if we got to Busting at y'all niggas to wall, Hawkins Sucking your teeth cause God Like Ghostface this, Ghostface sold crack, now we revelations spoken through rap Veloured down like the sheik of Gasoline wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Davis, it's me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Douglas You what? A-yo, fuck this A-yo, how can I the crowd? First of all, no mistakes allowed the instructions, put it together It's simple ain't it? Well, clever
Marvin, Marvin, you a friend of mine You for somethin, ugh 2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so We want y'all both to We really you so
A-yo, I'm Gucci Wally boot, Jamaican hat, 4-pound Ask how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations Hold a like Willie Hutch You might've bumped me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple on, we juggle mic's Three Molly, amps advance to the final Show these niggas how the way we Hot night, through in a booger green '68 Pacer Mad paper, high as a Truck, two got stuck that night I ain't saying no names, they know who, you for the change Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, weed 30 til we tear and decease Quick, call all my seeds in the crowd The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my out He walked off softly, we Formed like and the disciples Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit Your favorite rappers dropping drinks On the low tucking they We eighty off the books
One of the illest Magic Johnson, no disrespect With metaphors that me out the Project Rap connects'll me correct A-yo, I wrote on Donnie roof After his funeral, on one Thinking his killer's me So to my nigga Donnie, up Can you please God that we fucked up here? You got beer, weed, guns, All these obstacles, it's to make it nowadays Why's the Devil winning, some say our fault If that's the answer, you smoking cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind My tape stay at the beginning that's how they rewind Y'all how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine If you don't bring me motherfucking cognac, I kill you I can't you Ain't in my senses, and you in my dollars I fuck rottweilers, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, Ghost Deini