I'll never I give a fuck If me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I never stop
I bust six out the of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers regroup, can't recoup I'll be if you get more points than me Sell more joints me
Steal your faith, a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma a hit nigga Hot mother down to the skit nigga
over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award Bank ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, the most hoes
on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean Might have to my name to strong arm You came to get money That shit been long gone, on
much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' the day that I'm gone poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium
Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood crime though Shots in the spinal my rivals the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, the top, we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' Bustin' in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the at my hearin'
Money laundering, honies Who me? I reply Come, what God would be if He was a G Tonight, too out of a big ditch we ride
Yo, yo, yo, your hide Grab the and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off I'm focus but my is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here mine Pop the nine a judge 'All rise' This gun'll knock off tall guys We value-packs, y'all fries
Yo, I'm from the Yo, but on the floor Don't matter, we'll take up all Truly yours doc, PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar Brick city, known pop the door Stolen in New York High
the plot Last come, one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, the block, servin' the pot And I be the to watch
If girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to Alota y'all sweat it, you try to
How I rock from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your Through the vest, through the that you tried to protect
Take the voice you try to project, check you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a out-do, intro to outro
I'm the hottest spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all up to, is on my dick Sauce born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on shit
Look, you me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what gon' be I give a fuck if it's he or she I'm the of hip hop
Nobody fuckin' me I know your type, you a ride nigga Cry nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one
Always the Suzuki side kick Bitches don't stones down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to dick These the nicest? No, go fish Sauce, you da motherfucker, no shit
treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, Ain't it obvious we You talkin' that slick
But I know that you meant me But evidently, you know I get your ass permanently It ain't
I'll just bang or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the Come on and get of our gun craps I'll straighten out the now
When I snap, make chest cavity collapse I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap up Put weight down, around, you ate up
And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole up in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard I said If you don't get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice in the low, the gorilla The mo' the more real-la, I live to rule
Don't me back, you bet How many nigga's think they with mines A nigga, God blessed with an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin'
The manifester apply the Tie you up and gag you in your with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' up Empty the chest of drawers I stretch your jaw
Everybody hit the fuckin' Only the real mother belong I hope don't end the party before we finish the song Bitch
You be the to come and harass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine ass Live nigga's go stack money, to bill shit as I'm in this fucker, I'm determined to kill shit
Zap like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much in their ass, it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of thoroughly recognized niggas