Got games stirrin out my brain and thangs With my 7 Grand style I remain the king Now Poochie shot Derek for a diamong ring While a player took his wife on an island fling I desire to swing, take you under my wing I run you rap kids; y'all my underlings The G-U-R-U, kick many notes for you I keep a local crew, we keep the toast for you I'm a peaceful man, on a Godly quest But don't ever disrespect cause I hardly jest I got too many soldiers and get too much love Still ride 'til it's over plus they bust slugs I ain't overreactin I'm takin over the action It's my time nigga, you know what's happenin Try to play me, at this point in the game? Must have a death wish, or an interesting pain
Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum Heads turn, when my name gets mentioned A lot of cats owe me for the game I lent 'em Phony fuck, he just out for the fame, I straight check him The black Paulie, comin up the back hallway Schemin on your contracts cause I'm that hoary These days I can't afford to let shit ride It ain't a phase, I'm stayin 'til we get shit right You ain't supposed to mix business, with pleasure But I do the one and overcome, I'm in this forever They wonder if the God's still nice That's like askin if this blowtorch here can kill lice Can I try it on you? I tried to warn you You in deep like these niggas pulled out iron on you I gave you instructions you failed to follow Too late for tomorrow, time to taste these hollows~!
Late night get my grub on, the flavor big Back in the hood get my love on, the cake looks big I'm the O.G. you come to when you need advice Leave this real shit alone boy you need a life My persona was made from scars, mental and physical You don't wanna violate kid, it'll be critical I'm thirsty, and plus I'm built for this son I'm 'bout to run through more cities than Atilla the HunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
