Intro Soundbite: It ain’t just about the money It’s nothing Know what it’s about? It’s about fucking those skeezers like that right there It's about driving them fly ass cars And it’s never gonna be about nothing Told you bout a nigga like me
Verse 1: Hey yo this shit is getting critical, you niggas getting pitiful, Thinking minuscule, I think they thinking I’m in the school, No, I’m into schooling these foolish niggas who bend the rules If you don’t want the ceiling to cave in you gotta bend the roof Bend the truth to make a straight liar out a crooked nigga, In my hood it be Ks bucking but I ain’t a Brooklyn nigga Look here nigga You girl look here cause this the look here nigga, It’s magic, you get no looks here nigga No it’s magic, you get no looks, here nigga, You pebbles in the pond only on your first ripple, I’m Jordan’s first dribble, Larry Bird's first triple, I'm beyond you niggas, a bionic writer I’m tiger with the iron, the eye on the tiger An iconic nigga, hikin' on the sun Snappin' early like I told my niggas hike it on the one, HUT And before you get a HUT 2 I’ll hunt you down and even show up at your hut too Speaking of hustle, your bitch just get to these loose balls, Took her to see Jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws But my man gave me them 2 jars The purple that had us doing circles like we in new cars, I planted a bomb, I’m about to bomb planets My plan is for you niggas to go into a calm panic Lyrical armed bandit, bombs get your arms bandaged One palm planning to get your whole arm handed Back to you then bitch I get back to you As I’m back to it in that Maybach and I back through you You ain’t bad as me, I’m bad for you and bad to you Chop you in half nigga, you’ll happen to have two you While having it happen to you, do you have it at all? I’m stabbing your doll and I don’t mean practicing black voodoo I’m that doodoo, matter of fact I’m a rap guru You crap poopoo, whack booboo, I rap coocoo Who you? Just a nigga I gotta pry apart And black on your track like tire marks Attired mark, nigga I don’t buy your heart You should go and buy a heart, try to spark a fire starter And throw your book in the fireplace Retire gracefully fully, back in this bitch Packing the mack in the back of the hip Having the sickest miraculous shit that happened to hit Having them hits, happy to shit on them rappers that bitch Trapping you bitch, gripping them bricks, we’ll hustle nigga Just hustle harder than other niggas Cause I’m from it nigga, success don’t make me above it nigga, Yeah I love my niggas, they might fuck your bummy rat You know, when we with your Pooh we never bring your honey back Woah, no, homie don’t say that He hits him in the head, homie don’t play that Way back, when I was just bumping Pun's shit Catchin' every pun cause Cannabis had dumb flips Eminem killed Dre and Kim in his raps It Was Written was my favorite, I slayed a ten minute flat rhyme for Puffy And that nigga gave me a deal Then the feds came along and damn near gave me the chills Cause they took all my niggas, my niggas took to the streets They took our studio from us, they took my hooks and my beats But now I’m hooked, I’m a beast, and I’m back and I’m better I was becoming the king, now I’m back for the cheddar Pay upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
