[Part I]
[Intro]
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (Gunshot)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me
Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties (Gunshot)
[Verse 1]
(Six)
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (Gunshot)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Niggas lyin', they say that they rich
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me (Gunshot)
Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties
Bitches do anything for a check
I ain't tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike (Gunshot)
Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me
And it's only enough when I'm dinin'
I'm a savage, we swappin', no swappin'
It's why I'm cuttin' off niggas, they dyin' (Gunshot)
[Part II]
[Interlude 1]
Yeah, do or die, yeah
Do or die, do or try
Yeah, yeah, who am I?
Skip got that bounce, it go crazy
[Verse 2]
Dances, Spanish town
[?] hundred, but I'm not a saint
Mozart inna di band, Noah's Ark inna di rain
Come from the sky, crash down plane
Skillet cooker playin'
'Nuff man, mi know, sell Mary Jane
'Nuff man, mi know, Abel fi kill Cain
Head shot, Kurt
Cobain, fallout, money treein'
Gi' a gyal mi cocky, mek har levitate, David Blaine
Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun
Insane, God's name in vain
Codeine, cocaine, fuck liquor, I been winnin'
In veins, bloodstream, lion piss, do 'em in
Seen pain, kill pain, ordained prophet
Detain, in chains, mek har ride di riddim, right brain
Get the logic from my left brain
Touch mi gyal, brush them off
Cut them off, against the grain
I'm a demon in a condemned care canteen
Front page, glean up, die sheen, R&B
Are known in, pimp get di gyal
Put up on street, public, do 'em in
Steady win, the ways you seen
But sustain, slow bill
Slow kills, Quentin Tarantino
Did the two, let out bloody pens
Push it, look like M.C., I ducked it when mi tek it all di keys
When mi see, I rock with no cheers
Set them up, then we're skiers, set them up without beat
[Part III]
[Interlude 2]
Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh, I'ma, I'ma, sick
Sick (Sick)
Sync, sick (Sick)
Sick (Drr, brrt)
[Verse 3]
I need more headphone volume, yeah
I need more headphone volume, yeah
Catch a viking in the volume, yeah
You can hear that through the sonics, yeah
I only fuck wit' gyal ebonics, yeah
Straight out the trap, it's exotic, yeah
Tropical, yeah
And I talk 'bout Medusa, I love it
Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it (Stuff it)
All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme boss dome
Tek mi sword, stop eh cold
Santa know, yuh badda than a box of cigarette
Got a big choppa, heart-stopper
No manners, Big Poppa
Don Dadda in Americana
Still a wear di green and yellow, black burner
Inna uptown, have a king face
Like di king sword, drive down downtown
Touch at di partner, dem a bruk down
Bleed me or di pasa, pasa, pasa
Pon di river, then me gon' die
With some Rastas, with some Christians
Smokin' ganja, the Lord Jesus is my chiropractor
When mi need di healing in my doctor, back to Earth
Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off
Call me Top Boy, I've been sellin' pound fa' pound
Scholar tunnel vision with no cap and gown
Me and Jeremy took it over million
This is for my jit, I put in a college fund
I'ma get that jit more than this gun sound
Make a toast to harder assholes
Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon
Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds
When I pull up, hit to lickin' Diana Jones
She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom
Got a wifey takin' care of tippy tippy
Got a ballerina, always count 'em toes
I just try this first, she got me out the zone
Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic
Singin' upper tonic, yuh
Back to the topic, no more partners, I need dollars
Got a shawty, she gon' pop it, she a star, like Madonna
Africana khaki, Hotel Rwanda, anaconda
Lord, forgive me, I'ma fuck the digits
No adultery, but I let the patna kiss the one of [?] in it
I ain't do no phonics, but it's so ironic, I'm the hottest topic
My mama drop me (Mama), sicky in the heady, crack baby
Nigga psychotic, nigga Steve Jobs, nigga so fanatic
"I am such a motherfucker
But I will go fuck your mother"
Yuh, shee, yuh kidda
Still up on street with God and the peace, in the street
Touch word, woman see, all da rapper, dem a pray
I love bees in the trees and a coolin' breeze
From creation, God in it
Life really comin' and I got to give it positivity
See the ying-yang bling bling, chargin' it
The enemy [?] with the apple [?]
Now see me step on this snake and get dark in it
God feel me, God, I'm the one, Samuel
All prophet, dark morning, bang, residual, gwan baby, Mom
Take a Addy, make it go away, put it down
Mi cyaan fall, know your peace, get told to stop
Oh, oof, oh, oof, oh, ts, oh, ts
Oh, yeah, diligent, talkin' deals, in a Hebrew court, synagogue
Chosen one, is he real? Israel, ask God
I'm located in the sky, get off me
I'm at risk, this type of life is cost to me
One, zero, and below, they get frosty
They try to lock me, I done made dem car piece
I don't need a presidential
I ain't snitchin', gettin' out like Bob D
I get picked up in di presidential car
No content, I ain't content, no, not at all
Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it?
She sorta cocky, but this a nuh soca, this is dancehall, yuh see it?
Mi come find di light, run inna di dark like a marathon, yuh see it?
[Pull on?] man, pull a dandelion
Cyaan fuck wid disrespect (Not at all)
Bring yuh mathematics when it come to trigonometry
Nigga, don't try it (Not at all)
Not a gyallis, but di gyal in my blood
At mi phone like a new [?] call (Not at all)
Rather have an exotic than a goddamn Honda Accord (Not at all)
[Intro]
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (Gunshot)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me
Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties (Gunshot)
[Verse 1]
(Six)
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (Gunshot)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Niggas lyin', they say that they rich
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me (Gunshot)
Fuckers feel like we back in the sixties
Bitches do anything for a check
I ain't tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike (Gunshot)
Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me
And it's only enough when I'm dinin'
I'm a savage, we swappin', no swappin'
It's why I'm cuttin' off niggas, they dyin' (Gunshot)
[Part II]
[Interlude 1]
Yeah, do or die, yeah
Do or die, do or try
Yeah, yeah, who am I?
Skip got that bounce, it go crazy
[Verse 2]
Dances, Spanish town
[?] hundred, but I'm not a saint
Mozart inna di band, Noah's Ark inna di rain
Come from the sky, crash down plane
Skillet cooker playin'
'Nuff man, mi know, sell Mary Jane
'Nuff man, mi know, Abel fi kill Cain
Head shot, Kurt
Cobain, fallout, money treein'
Gi' a gyal mi cocky, mek har levitate, David Blaine
Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun
Insane, God's name in vain
Codeine, cocaine, fuck liquor, I been winnin'
In veins, bloodstream, lion piss, do 'em in
Seen pain, kill pain, ordained prophet
Detain, in chains, mek har ride di riddim, right brain
Get the logic from my left brain
Touch mi gyal, brush them off
Cut them off, against the grain
I'm a demon in a condemned care canteen
Front page, glean up, die sheen, R&B
Are known in, pimp get di gyal
Put up on street, public, do 'em in
Steady win, the ways you seen
But sustain, slow bill
Slow kills, Quentin Tarantino
Did the two, let out bloody pens
Push it, look like M.C., I ducked it when mi tek it all di keys
When mi see, I rock with no cheers
Set them up, then we're skiers, set them up without beat
[Part III]
[Interlude 2]
Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh, I'ma, I'ma, sick
Sick (Sick)
Sync, sick (Sick)
Sick (Drr, brrt)
[Verse 3]
I need more headphone volume, yeah
I need more headphone volume, yeah
Catch a viking in the volume, yeah
You can hear that through the sonics, yeah
I only fuck wit' gyal ebonics, yeah
Straight out the trap, it's exotic, yeah
Tropical, yeah
And I talk 'bout Medusa, I love it
Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it (Stuff it)
All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme boss dome
Tek mi sword, stop eh cold
Santa know, yuh badda than a box of cigarette
Got a big choppa, heart-stopper
No manners, Big Poppa
Don Dadda in Americana
Still a wear di green and yellow, black burner
Inna uptown, have a king face
Like di king sword, drive down downtown
Touch at di partner, dem a bruk down
Bleed me or di pasa, pasa, pasa
Pon di river, then me gon' die
With some Rastas, with some Christians
Smokin' ganja, the Lord Jesus is my chiropractor
When mi need di healing in my doctor, back to Earth
Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off
Call me Top Boy, I've been sellin' pound fa' pound
Scholar tunnel vision with no cap and gown
Me and Jeremy took it over million
This is for my jit, I put in a college fund
I'ma get that jit more than this gun sound
Make a toast to harder assholes
Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon
Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds
When I pull up, hit to lickin' Diana Jones
She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom
Got a wifey takin' care of tippy tippy
Got a ballerina, always count 'em toes
I just try this first, she got me out the zone
Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic
Singin' upper tonic, yuh
Back to the topic, no more partners, I need dollars
Got a shawty, she gon' pop it, she a star, like Madonna
Africana khaki, Hotel Rwanda, anaconda
Lord, forgive me, I'ma fuck the digits
No adultery, but I let the patna kiss the one of [?] in it
I ain't do no phonics, but it's so ironic, I'm the hottest topic
My mama drop me (Mama), sicky in the heady, crack baby
Nigga psychotic, nigga Steve Jobs, nigga so fanatic
"I am such a motherfucker
But I will go fuck your mother"
Yuh, shee, yuh kidda
Still up on street with God and the peace, in the street
Touch word, woman see, all da rapper, dem a pray
I love bees in the trees and a coolin' breeze
From creation, God in it
Life really comin' and I got to give it positivity
See the ying-yang bling bling, chargin' it
The enemy [?] with the apple [?]
Now see me step on this snake and get dark in it
God feel me, God, I'm the one, Samuel
All prophet, dark morning, bang, residual, gwan baby, Mom
Take a Addy, make it go away, put it down
Mi cyaan fall, know your peace, get told to stop
Oh, oof, oh, oof, oh, ts, oh, ts
Oh, yeah, diligent, talkin' deals, in a Hebrew court, synagogue
Chosen one, is he real? Israel, ask God
I'm located in the sky, get off me
I'm at risk, this type of life is cost to me
One, zero, and below, they get frosty
They try to lock me, I done made dem car piece
I don't need a presidential
I ain't snitchin', gettin' out like Bob D
I get picked up in di presidential car
No content, I ain't content, no, not at all
Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it?
She sorta cocky, but this a nuh soca, this is dancehall, yuh see it?
Mi come find di light, run inna di dark like a marathon, yuh see it?
[Pull on?] man, pull a dandelion
Cyaan fuck wid disrespect (Not at all)
Bring yuh mathematics when it come to trigonometry
Nigga, don't try it (Not at all)
Not a gyallis, but di gyal in my blood
At mi phone like a new [?] call (Not at all)
Rather have an exotic than a goddamn Honda Accord (Not at all)
( BEAM )
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