In Harlem we don’t brush our teethGo fix your teeth nikka
its a jay bar for everything lol
Get off Camel dikk, brehI thought I was the only one who said this
nikkas couldn’t do nothing with me, they put the devil on me
I'd have preferred nikkas to squeeze the metal on me
Rumors of Lucifer, I don’t know who to trust
Whole world want my demise—turn the music up
Hear me clearly: If y’all nikkas fear me, just say y'all fear me
fukk all these fairytales
Go to Hell, this is God engineering
This is a Hail Mary pass, y’all interfering
He without sin shall cast the first stone
So y'all look in the mirror, double-check your appearance