Cocaine, caviar and group with fishes You see a bunch of rappers, I see a group with bitches No broke niggas around me, that shit might rub off I'm superstitious Direct deposit just came in that shit was too ridiculous My music motivate dudes in the trenches using switches Ain't even got to drop a bag them boys gon' do ya dishes Bro got all that time he appealed it they reduced the sentence And he still gotta do two digits Word to my nigga Malice Everything I spew malicious That's just something to think about when ya'll do ya listens Run at me, you running' towards a wall Boy I ain't movin' inches BJ might've fired the Yap He like Buzz check my new invention Yeah niggas can't control they emotions show they true intentions That bitch was broke that made me lose my interest I'm so in the league, I could leave for three years and still ain't losing distance Look, it was rezzy in them pots and the pans, now it's tropical sand I told her don't even pack we gon' shop when we land Private villa, seafood tower lobster and clams So paranoid some nights I sleep with this Glock in my hand Havin' vision of niggas that I done shot with this can There's niggas that I love I know tryna plot on my land Whack em burry em in my yard, niggas plot on my land I'm just that nigga boy look at my run Look at all the classics I dropped in the span of six years It would seem I did the impossible damn Came a long way from when a nigga was shot in my van Touring overseas I just had moshpit in France Putting on for my niggas that's locked in the jam I don't rock with industry niggas they is not my man
[Westside Gunn:] Uh-uh (Brr) Flygod Ayo
I don't trust no fuckin' body but this heckler Just spent thirty thousand in the webster You know the God Nothing more nothing lesser Jamaican rug hit him in his head and say bless up Ayo Jamaican rug hit him in his head and say bless up Ayo tell him bring the match the whip protect green satchels Better be at you, time for a track suit Prince Markie Dee on the stove wearing racoons You just got it I wore this shit fashion week last June Balenciaga, Adida baklava Chop the shock suede Maserati with the Prada top American cups, patent leathers on blozzy block Denim Tears Saint Michael top off Mardi Gras I talk the sly you ain't caught it today Still be in the hood got a house on the lake Got album of year still get work from the Bay Older Seven told me, if you gon play, you gotta play my nigga just seen the boy Stomach hurtin' he got to stay Gave YN a new Griselda chain and the drac.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
