We gon' this right out We gon' skate to one and one song only nigga!
Yeah!
1] Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"? You a nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig All ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! Cass, put 'em in a body bag Broke nigga, we put you in a bodycast Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of I took you hater niggas spot why you prolly mad! My story, all guts, on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me 20 on me, me and my army Feelin' like of y'all niggas can harm me I came the bottom where they never make it at With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' And once you give a statement, nigga, you can take it back You lame part of the game, pardon the fame. I got 30 in my I can park in your frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist some cars and change We talking bike life, to put a park in my name to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas G550 we glide on you niggas like on you niggas, homicide on you nigga I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so Why you hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker And I'm just gettin' I wake up and get my cake up! Maserati, chinchillas from Papi Ten killers beside me, all like ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me All gold AP, same watch as like I'm KD, how can niggas play me? If you ain't talkin' nigga fuck you, pay me Drophead the top down and the A.C. On, drawn, fuck is y'all I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a lil nigga do the math And you talkin' a battle rap, how you gon' handle that? 100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: attack Bye clown, calm down you make me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?" Went from Bentleys to going half on pie pounds You niggas to die down, Philly nigga: my town I your car got re-poed But this is bike life boy you just got Them Twitter niggas with your ego You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt What you made this year? What you nigga? I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off! Ha! Get your hate on And we talking larceny cause they all trash And your goons riding witcha, they all mad you ain't never put no food up in AR abs My dog killed a for ya, damn he didn't eat from it Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him Once my niggas at you dog, we gon' keep comin' We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin' D.C. nigga, you P.C. While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi Talking to Tip how we gon' beast these niggas All I know is bang bang, like that Chief nigga Got a black Aston, gold rims on it Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it All my guns come extends on it Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up you looking like food my youngins ready to get up Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up Boom, stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah
You you fucked up right? The "hustla" You know you up right? Man I ain't doing shit no more with you nut ass niggas I came in the game, I ain't even a year nigga I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together Y'all ain't do shit! Talkin' all Philly shit Y'all ain't put no foreigns out here nigga All my drive foreigns! My niggas don't even rap and better cars than you niggas copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers! You come to Philly no more! And not even because of this, you was never to Philly You living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!