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Intro Soundbite:
It ainât just about the money
Itâs nothing
Know what itâs about?
Itâs about fucking those skeezers like that right there
Cause its about those fly ass clothes
And itâs never gonna be about nothing
Told you bout a nigga like me
Verse 1:
Hey yo that shit itâs getting critical, you niggas getting pitiful,
Thinking minuscule, I think they think Iâm in the scoop,
No, Iâm in the schooling these foolish niggas who bend the rules,
If you donât want the ceiling to cave in you gotta bend the roof,
Bend the truth to make a straight liar out of crooked nigga,
In my hood it be Ks bucking but I ainât a Brooklyn nigga,
Look here nigga,
You girl look here cause this the look here nigga,
Itâs magic, you get no looks here nigga,
No, itâs magic, you get no looks, here nigga,
You pebbleâs in the pond, only on your first ripple,
Iâm Jordanâs first dribble, Larry Bird's first triple,
I'm beyond you niggas, a bionic writer,
Iâm tiger with the ion, the eye on the tiger,
An icon nigga, hickin on the sun,
Snappin early like I told my niggas, hike it on the one, HUT,
And before you get a HUT 2,
Iâll hunt you down and even show up at your hut too,
Speaking of hustle, your bitch just get to the loose balls,
Took her to see Jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws,
But my man gave me them 2 jobs,
The purple that had us doing circles like we in new cars,
I planted a bomb, Iâm about to bomb planets,
My plan is for you niggas to go into a calm panic,
Lyrical arm 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 Iâm back to it in that Maybach and I back through you,
You ainât bad as me, Iâm bad for you and bad to you,
Chop you in half nigga, youâll happen to have two you,
While having it happen to you, do you have it at all,
Iâm stabbing your doll and I donât mean practicing black voodoo,
Iâm that doodoo, matter of fact Iâm a rap guru,
You crap poopoo, whack booboo, I rap coocoo,
Who you? Just a nigga, I got a pry apart,
And black on your track like tire marks,
Attired mark, nigga I donât 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 this sick is miraculous shit that happen to him,
Having them hits, happy to shit on them rappers that bitch,
Chopping you bitch, gripping them bricks, weâll hustle nigga,
Just hustle harder than other niggas,
Cause Iâm from it niggas, success donât make above it nigga,
Yea, 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 donât say that,
He hits him in the head, homie donât play that,
Way back when I was just bumping Puns 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 it to many flat rhymes 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 our studio from us, they took my hooks and my beats,
But now Iâm hooked, Iâm a beast and Iâm back and Iâm better,
I was becoming the king, now Iâm back for the cheddar,
Pay up.