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Fuck it nigga Iâm back, ainât no one man to rap
Can stop this train on its tracks, Iâm the realest nigga in rap
Currently and before this, have you see what you all missed
Cuz I will never stop till my currencyâs on the Forbes list
Itâs do or die motherfucker
On that Madisons if you survive motherfucker
Who side you on? You see me on TMZ, you hate me for being me
So fuck that bitch and the powers that be
Now youâve been warned
Iâm calm, I got that from growing old
You sold them souls, made a lot of money but sold your soul and so just call
Foolery will get you nowhere, donât even go there
Itâs so clear, got a sixth sense, they call me cosin
Did a song with J Roc and Kendrick, do your forensics
Search for all the clues, I pray that you get offended
The first nigga on this side to toss em a shot
The first nigga on this side to thought he was hot
Ask that nigga Big KRIT, whoâs the first that he spit with?
When rappers comin up Iâm that nigga they tryna get wit
But when the tables turn I get treated just like a misfit
An outcast, give me 3000 more, I can outclass
Iâm screamin where my real niggas?
These old niggas is runnin behind these lil niggas
Some Philly niggaâs the biggest slave on the plantation
But I own my masters, donât keep the feds waitin
Fuck it nigga Iâm here, ainât nobody to fear
Iâm a king but they ainât give me the throne, they gave me the chair
Electrifying the mic, itâs still denying them nice
Iâm still supplying the white, itâs the streets Iâm tryin to fight
Iâm captivated with tracks Iâm makin
Letâs get em waving and make you niggas retract yo statements
Decapitation from lacerations, Iâll bash your face in
I think you ran out of time, donât keep your casket waitin
Procrastination, yall niggas stay on that cool shit
Colorful clothes, dancing around, buffoon shit
I stay in tune prick
I see that spoon drip balloon clips
Visions down state, stay on that goon shit, army fatigue, platoon shit
Full of it, it gets you nowhere
Donât even go there, they so scared
Devour my prey cuz they got no prayer
And now itâs so clear, itâs crystal light
So crystal they call me Mr. White for these fiends trading they kryptonite
Itâs 2 Pac in his new body, big perm with 2 shotties
Iâm a soldier so I donât do molly
Nigga Iâm 2 Gottiâs, Erwin John
Iâm a gangsta that know the bizz, a perfect don
Thatâs what is wrong, made me swear on my mama
Iâma load up the lama and blow the scene like Osama
I donât whack like Obama, still I be presidential
Smoking ganja in Ghana, I murder whoever sent you
- Album:
- The Proposal