We done up Everybody 'em On the
Lookin' at popular colored Observing what my brothers in all races Lost in generations before See with your eyes for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we the cheese cheddar from the make believe Break the trees on they CD Rocking the red and black lumberjack I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle full of And vultures, don't worry what a verse will ya From the young scorcher, remember who taught ya I'm gonna spark it off Won't sign to no if no wager Less than a 3 offer off the top be in a box with my coughin' drops Why settle for a office Niggas don't always it off the block Unless they rocks or support the cops They snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin? Leave 'em shook while you're and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're are told properly, resort top sea examinin' This is for my real hip hop and 'em I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the mortem
Cause ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I don't no friends Feel this glory road is coming to an end The only that won't sin No he give in Yo this world is bone Make meals in hell's kitchen these dishes Properly delivered trees in my swisher And bring that back to my wit ya
It ain't easy this royal When you got this much for you It hard to be disloyal Comin' straight the soil with lines that never coil Start to think pretty off new career with spoil The kid is that sick so expect coffins I'm the chosen one so you can more offerings I be niggas so expect less orphans Best rapper alive hear line used less often Word to God I'm the best BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man Young boss, man, got Jimmy endorsements From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune They said up so I stepped up Fly like I up Bitches try to hang like left orangutans in the west of Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no man man They understand Pro Era boys pop rubber
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I spend All I got is my Pros, I don't no friends Feel like this glory is coming to an end The only soul won't sin No he give in Yo this world is bone Make meals in hell's kitchen with these delivered drop trees in my swisher And bring that back to my wit ya
Everybody 'em We done up spark it off unorthodox They don't feel the name, but say the music dope though I'ma it off unorthodox On the