Tell em' em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck Tell em' em' ten felonies, run em' up em' I don't give a fuck about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been We a problem Built a whole lab, talkin' at their probably our whole gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not but first the world will starve and burn
1] When I hit up the clinic, they say I'm finished I say I'm just started, they say I must be retarded They said I can't live a minute shit I've been for hours I've been a menace a cop killin' never diminished the power It's Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of tablets devour you plastic rappers, empower the masked masses, the... King Kong the gold spitter Dealin' the kkilla' of to all the dope dealers like...
Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the Tell em' em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been We a problem Built the whole lab, talkin' at their probably our whole gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and
2] Half of my on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up some shop now Other quarter i got'll hold the squad down, with a leader that'll shoot the whole block down a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new apple phone We been out of business we ain't as bent out of shape But we still like you that's making the cake
[Waka Flame] Mans gone blast nigga at one This won't last long you rappers dont got no back You get no dap homes you actin your last song no different I'm still creepin' like my TracFone I know kinda guy been stackin' a 9 to 5 My nigga from the flock never get a 9 to 5 We've been [?] you can't seem to the time We'll switch the sides and this pistol give me vibes You said you married to the money see that is hungry And I'm on new money like Hariet Tubman ya' scared or ya' buggin, Better get off and get it Let me know if you with it, I got the dope and the Mike Tyson they robbin and they get it Fuck showing respect, I'm out here [?] and Looking for the weed and crack, I'm sorry for sinning I'mma let you niggas finish but I'm only Waka
[Spark Tape] I'm a in a phantom rider kill them with the balance Kilo of the coco boy her Holly Valance Run up on the game, forty four to them challenged And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no I been heated young, killer the seed was sprung We gon' need to see the coffin when man all this is done I'm a dogmatic, stillmatic, real God the ill habits, lord help him
Tell em' tell em' em' tenkkeys in the truck Tell em' em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a fuck a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been We a problem Built the whole lab, at their dinner probably Bout our gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn