| [Intro:] Okay, if you in a club | |
| I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor | |
| Anywhere else will be uncivilized | |
| If you're in a car, pull over put the hazards on and let the windows down | |
| This is something the world needs to know | |
| Let's go [Verse 1:] | |
| Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till | |
| I'm put to rest | |
| I heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my flesh | |
| No jail, never stale homie look how fresh | |
| I'm low key like them old | |
| G crooks out west | |
| As far as poetry | |
| Nas, Biggie, | |
| Jay, Mos Def | |
| Rakim, Gucci, | |
| Rap, Kane, | |
| KRS Like Common and kanye | |
| I could say | |
| I'm blessed | |
| Peace to Ghost, | |
| Raekwon and | |
| Ron Artest | |
| This is [?] hunger, | |
| I'm obsessed with summer | |
| I'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun ya | |
| But any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya | |
| There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner | |
| I spit thunder, | |
| I'll miss when | |
| I'm six feet under | |
| Legit, I'm just tryina shift | |
| G-Unit numbers | |
| Even rich niggaz slip for the slumber | |
| Shit happens but believe | |
| I'm back blastin a number [Chorus: x2] | |
| This is not a life that we in, this is hell | |
| This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell | |
| Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge | |
| Because I made it out, so that makes me a | |
| God [Verse 2:] | |
| Yes my flows elite, | |
| I know the streets | |
| I'm the cold ?cheeks? of the | |
| East Coast | |
| I blow on beats | |
| I create the aucoma state how | |
| I doze to sleep | |
| I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep | |
| I'm out for presidents to represent me | |
| Say what, | |
| I haze up 'fore haters hopin' | |
| I gave up | |
| It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff? | |
| From cold player to cold savor to host favor | |
| Who's the most underrated, | |
| G Rap, AZ, and | |
| Jada Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor | |
| With street smarts in a | |
| Jedi heart like | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Hearts behavior, puffin a | |
| Garcia Vega | |
| The god see the haters be the larceny is greater | |
| Pardon the player, | |
| I'm crunk with some defeats | |
| Some have somebody somewhere don't want me to eat | |
| I'm war with the streets, | |
| I'm wanted and | |
| I'm comin' for keeps [Chorus] [Verse 3:] | |
| And it's a must | |
| I live it, the trucks is kitted | |
| Too many peoples in the ?pee? now so duck or visit | |
| Show it off when | |
| I freestyle, who fuckin' with it | |
| A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it as long the jewels on all is custom fitted | |
| Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits | |
| Enough is enough with the trust | |
| I hush the critics | |
| Buck for buck, yeah | |
| I'm buck while | |
| I must admit it | |
| The dough done did it, | |
| I'm [?] the flow is vivid | |
| You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippit | |
| So prolific, so sincere, so gifted | |
| So melodic, ya'll got it so twisted | |
| Sip the [?] | |
| E-40 the [?] had a few [?] brought it back to the sewers | |
| True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets you [?] just here tryina cash some little checks [Chorus x2] |
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