They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all Now crawl for him My sophomore jinx is more minks But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas Yuugh! And I ain’t never had to watch nigga Rich or wealthy, pick your poison I think I paid for one too many abortions Another Celine, it’s like a routine It’s like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans Her new body's in my new body Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO The last cocaine superhero I got the cape on, to cover kilos The villain wins, the evolution of Nino Goddamn Batman holy toledo Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though
The Robb Report of the snort Kings hold court Lawyers get bought Palms get greased when them cases get fought No felony what the fuck is you tellin’ me Reduced to simple assault It cost to keep it hush-hush It was just us Ended up sellin’ my Bat Mobile The crash don’t kill It’s how you survives it Rebound on niggas, I nine live’d it Couldn’t miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun Bitches ain’t respecting niggas not in full bloom So the neck is full moon I’m living a lie, she live for this life And loving the Alaia pumps Loving the rush, I’m living “The Wire” Uh Drugs and this rap is really “Empire” Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO The last cocaine superhero I got the cape on, to cover kilos The villain wins, the evolution of Nino Goddamn Batman holy toledo Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though
[Beanie Sigel:] Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga I’m good here Feelin’ like Tony reading words on the Goodyear Big said, “Only the FEDs I should fear” So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona It’s homicide when I slide up on ya Reporting live from the project benches Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges Clientele look like the “Thriller” vid in 3D lenses COD, niggas never had to front me jawns I’m weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on I’m Nino Brown in the projects Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex Get rich or die tryin’ is my mindset And spend it all until I’m swallowing dirt Cause I ain’t never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse I ain’t never see a dead man taking the stand I ain’t never see a nigga swallow a bullet And live to talk about it 'Bout that bread, I drop a coffin 'bout it You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it Nigga shit, that’s how I lost three million Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin yaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
