We make them scream murder
Gun shot put 'em down
Your king's getting murdered
And I'm taking his crown
Mama said don't get your money
Living how badman do
I'm counting paper and it's funny
Now I'm a badman too


Born in the city of the shots
Curry in a pot
Whole family of Rastas
Roads he gonna be rolling in the kitchen with my backwards
Flag on me waving on the park we in flatbush
I'm an island boy, be gal dem
Sugar and I'm bad why try the boy?
Blood clot, better mind your head
My own will let it BO and even mind if it dead
Rude boy understanding it's easy
I'm charming they know that from NY to GT
Brooklyn, home of the side where it's sticky
Where niggas played hooky while blasting some Biggie
My brother was bugging
Mom hoping he stopping
You come by your crib and he running your pocket
I watched him take note of the game he was playing
Shit he was saying, moves he was making
To him it was cool, to me he's a fool
My life was just school and not super my Saiyans
He go to his trouble and with him it followed
Biting off more than that nigga could swallow
But egos exist and it went from his fists to us growing up
And him now loading up hollows
I watched the example that nigga would set
For me as as young and I watched him this stress
Our mother's so dear, it put tears on her face
Put fear in our heart but he's not in his place
And I got it, he got locked, I got out of college
Picked up that crown the moment he dropped it
Now he is to watch as the runt of the two
Since I'm playing this game way better than you
You took blood and respect and I find that shit funny
I studied and got it, I'm 'bout my money


Ride around of my side of town
And maintain the reign with my mic
Demigod of my city
Niggas plot on taking my life
But they hear me coming and get to running
There's no mistaking my stripes
You can flip a switch if you need to
But there ain't no taking my light
Millions in the ceiling
Closet full of choppers
Live in a position where I travel via choppers
I said millions in the ceiling
Closet full of choppers
Not hard to be a villain and save your life like a doctor
I'm chilling
On the throne on my spot
Still got a home in my block
Then when I show niggas know I went from the stove to the top
Hot as a stove at the top
You'll get burned trynna touch me
You'll get sun trynna son me
Ain't no sitting it suns seat
Get chopped up by Will at the barber shop
Putting me on the spot to show all these niggas there ain't no one harder
Ock, I get it done, you can't fathom the bells my name has rung
I got the crown now cause I've been a man since I was young


I've been here from the get
'Bout my money and respect
You acting funny you get checked
'Till there's no beating in my chest
Every night I tell her pray with me
That these niggas don't play with me
Lord, these people thinking there's no saving me
So when I'm eating they ain't 'bout to say grace with me

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