Don't you you could be me, bitch?
Don't you you could be me?
Turn me up some, 665 one I'm entitled to my money like a trust Come up off the dubs, let me one Drops on every like the way the city bus runs You that I'mma act a hooligan and lick shots in unison With crews of until you're left with fewer friends Catch me on the news, being in the view, your jewels Saying "I saw it all, but I don't know who the is" I revel in the infamy, made the symphony You can't fucks it, then you really not a friend of me Bullet hits neck, travels all through your extremities Make me feel sad, knowing murder not the But that's the way it be on the Braveheart, sharp before you run out of clock Cause no halfsteppin', you're either in or you're not And with the way the lips black, you're either kin or the cops,
Don't you wish you be me?
So what's the drill, kiddo, Ay yo, the black separates The breeze like a shootin' flame out to nab you Call the Zippo, Leave you crippled We could do it in the park or dark at the cribbo So let's invest it, around in suits double-breasted Whips foreign and domestic, bubble-butted big-chested Blessed on the mic I it so filthy that the mic septic throw hands, golden gloves, I got the marvelous molly-whop The way I lick shots, I call it double-barrelled Ugly blow spots like a molotov And I'mma stay rich 'til the coffin drops Ay yo, I around with mostly large rifles for survival death walks hand-in-hand with (????)
Bitch, give me my money, bitch! Don't you wish you could be me,
you wish you could be me? Ha, yeah, Mista Isolation Don't you wish you be me punk? Ho?