Fuck everybody that's disrespecting, I'm amidst of legends
In my brand-new Lexus that's complected like them broads in Essence
All black nigga, hoes dig the message
I'm with a chick that flippin' ease like the bitch dyslexic
Let a nigga breathe, flossin' like I'm Seinfeld
Make them hoes wait, then Ghostface on my clientele
Might as well, frontin' like I'm trumpin', got a flight at 12
I'm ill, but I'm on that flyer tip like I write with quill
Psyched as hell, no L's, but the flock feel 'em
Top sinner, and she go through X like she Scott Pilgrim
Built a squad with a freemasonry cause
And since the Operation game, I been breakin' they hearts
So if I ever touch millions, don't you say that I changed
I been a spewing dickhead since I got my brain
And all these wack niggas rap the same: Drizzy
Will never catch a shot or shots: 50
If you ain't Young Money, then them punches ain't hittin'
Drop spit like a waiter, and his table ain't tippin'
I'mma boss, no simpin', and it's only bomb strictly
With a maniac side for all the slime that ride with me
Parking lot pimp, eating steak and tiger shrimp
With a 90's old flow like a Karl Kani fit
A Four Loko sipper, on my dollar sign shit
With style about as hot as valves on a satellite lift
Chesapeake lineman, VA's finest
Shouts to the host, but we gettin' the bar livest
My trippy niggas in this, they split it, they raw, violent
They'll rearrange ya wig like Nikki Minaj's stylist
Spittin' like I'm teething, chop up, make it warm
Hungry niggas thievin' on the styles that I perform
Wanna make it competition? Must be gunnin' for hell
On that B2K shit, y'all just fuckin' y'all selves
In my brand-new Lexus that's complected like them broads in Essence
All black nigga, hoes dig the message
I'm with a chick that flippin' ease like the bitch dyslexic
Let a nigga breathe, flossin' like I'm Seinfeld
Make them hoes wait, then Ghostface on my clientele
Might as well, frontin' like I'm trumpin', got a flight at 12
I'm ill, but I'm on that flyer tip like I write with quill
Psyched as hell, no L's, but the flock feel 'em
Top sinner, and she go through X like she Scott Pilgrim
Built a squad with a freemasonry cause
And since the Operation game, I been breakin' they hearts
So if I ever touch millions, don't you say that I changed
I been a spewing dickhead since I got my brain
And all these wack niggas rap the same: Drizzy
Will never catch a shot or shots: 50
If you ain't Young Money, then them punches ain't hittin'
Drop spit like a waiter, and his table ain't tippin'
I'mma boss, no simpin', and it's only bomb strictly
With a maniac side for all the slime that ride with me
Parking lot pimp, eating steak and tiger shrimp
With a 90's old flow like a Karl Kani fit
A Four Loko sipper, on my dollar sign shit
With style about as hot as valves on a satellite lift
Chesapeake lineman, VA's finest
Shouts to the host, but we gettin' the bar livest
My trippy niggas in this, they split it, they raw, violent
They'll rearrange ya wig like Nikki Minaj's stylist
Spittin' like I'm teething, chop up, make it warm
Hungry niggas thievin' on the styles that I perform
Wanna make it competition? Must be gunnin' for hell
On that B2K shit, y'all just fuckin' y'all selves
( Chop )
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