you better stop for you catch a neg
DAMNListening to this new mixtape, bytch sleeping, whiskey on ice in my hand...
It goes one for wife, two for the girlfriends
three times for war wounds and whirlwinds
my nikkas hustle like the world spin
sunrise to sundown, 365, secure ends
between fingers twirl gems
peel off in the pearl benz
we keep it ghetto fam
break down grams and rep the nicks like a Melo fan
wrap money in yellow bands then stash it in Bustelo cans
flash metal cans to settle plans
turn a bytch to a puppet like Gepetto's hand
embezzle grands dump bodies in the Meadowlands
always keep the missus separate from the mistress
stand tall on the block like Hibbert
count the digits and make time for mischief
wrist frigid pimp a white bytch named brigitte
her titties bust out the blouse like twin midgets
she routinely turnin tricks like Whodini
keep me sippin saketinis
lamborghini same color as the clam sauce and linguine
I know you see me
jumpin squares - king me
slave blood with a pharoah's heart
saw the game in advance like a tarot card
Egyptian cotton and tan leather
pasta with the pancetta, no man's better
never been a fan I only stan cheddar
cruise through your block with the bass all loud
coat open with the get the 8 balls out
hair stay with the waves like a baseball crowd
now that's clout
heat in the bomber no chinks in the armor
the bytches see the g is charmin'
goat cheese in the omelette
any fly Italian shoes nikka I bought 'em
breeze through cool like the first day of autumn
in minneapolis eatin fish tacos at the Tin Fish
this isn't fiction this is pimpish
the g is neverending
you get nervous when the transaction's pending
I'm confident my shyt is credit not debit
spread my shyt across forums like Reddit
made my first mil back when
nikkas hit the crack stems
posse full of black men who packed the Mac 10s
and stayed ready for action, with shoes matchin their hat brims
lampin in the crack den relaxin
packin rocks the size the size of aspirin
back when you were in your room reading Maxim, looking at the pictures fappin
and practicin your backspins to fit in with the black kids
you might as well be from Cedar Rapids
I seen fiends collapsin, they mama gaspin,
kids in tears askin what happened
who you think you harassin? Your skin is ashen.
My G is everlastin, blow by you like you let a draft in
I go raftin in the Caspian to prove my acumen...
Behold, my dark horse is under the magnum, (clever shyt),
B hold, that agression 'fore a 1000 deaths grabs ya.
Got Katie Drayton chicks, Rose Petals, and lavender bath suds,
We Sampson and Delilah, my amethyst kills ur act dumb.
Ft. Eminem
I mash and bash any trash that you enact one,
Jab from my lab will outlast your best but last punch.
My math says you're half of my half massed, get blast fast,
The only way u drop some hot dope shyt, is if put a blunt in ur ass and fart out the ash (screamed and said double time)