Yeah... (brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) Know how it go, nigga This just an introduction Something special is about to happen, I told y'all I said it was getting spooky, right?!
Machine bitch, my name on a legendary level Uh, 'cause the flow is exceptionally special The VS, Sky Dweller, the necessary bezel Drop the bag to Killa Tone, he will definitely wet you (green light) Yeah, that's just the loose change though I'm comfortable on them same blocks where you can't post And lately I been flowing like I ain't too sane though Race to the top, watch me turn into Usain Bolt, whoa (talk to 'em) We kept it grimy Now these niggas trying to jump in my crew lane The only difference is you ain't dope (ha!) Behind the tints on the Muslanne, my new chain glow And every nigga in my crew ain't broke, yo I swear I used to move 'caine when Benny was calling himself 2 chains This was a few years before 2 Chainz No disrespect to 2 Chainz though (huh) I'm just spitting the facts so when niggas listen They can't say the truth ain't spoke Shot in my head, homie, but I'm rapping like I got a new brain Plus, I get the kind of money you can't gross (ha!) The mighty GxF scream it 'til I no longer breathe a breath (uh huh) Get you hit with 3 in chest for a ki or less (boom boom boom!) Hah, razor ya face, take a piece of flesh They want me on freshman cover, but I'm a seasoned vet (haha) I know niggas hated to see me progress Bet my new album make Interscope wanna reinvest (woo!) Yeah, you see I'm back talking arrogant My brother got a problem with niggas I'm taking care of it (facts) Road to success in the Benz and West is steering it I'm in the passenger seat, airing shit (brrrrrrrr), I swear it That's my word to the letters on back of my shirt in Arabic Told you when I drop Reject you better cherish it Might bust down a Rollie with double digit karats in They know this kind of flow they can't compare to it Got my bitch courtside at The Q watching LeBron kill the Spurs I ain't into furs, but got the chinchilla his and hers (woo!) One of the illest penning words that you niggas heard Every bar dope, equivalent to the shit I serve Head on collision with death, homie I didn't swerve (uh huh) If this rap shit don't work I can go get a bird Number one question they ask, is G.O.A.T. dropping next? Mural in Sydney Australia, and I ain't drop it yet When I got shot in my neck I told 'em I was next They thought I was bugging, now they giving me my respect Old bitches say I'm Hollywood since I got a check Niggas' favorite rappers I gotta check Second most question I get asked is why Hot97 ain't had me body Flex Yeah, probably 'cause I'm a threat Might knock down the building like one of Osama jets (woo!) Run through every rapper 'til ain't nobody left Give 'em the drum 'til ain't nothing in the shottie left (brrrrrrrr) Nothing but fucking dead bodies left, Machine
You know what's up, nigga Straight like that pussy, yeah (Griselda...) "New at 11, new details about one of the most notorious drug dealers... Griselda Blanco." "Killed anyone who got in her way." "He had actually been chasing the ghost of Griselda for a decade." "Griselda never showed on the uh, radar Name was mentioned, but was never physically seen by any of us."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
