(I like how he flipped Jay's line here)
Uh, I'm the one who sold cocaine
Gave you the game, so you ain't have to do it mane
He ain't a chef, then why the fu*k he in the kitchen?
He ain't whipping, fu*k around have some grams missing
If you ain't cooking your own coke, you better pay attention
We do the whip out, ni**a we don't do the flinching
We hunt humans, we don't do the snatch purse
That ni**a talking all that sh*t he gone get smoked first
I came to eat ni**as like I'm Big Lurch
Countin' chicken, and we don't chase no women
We get spinach, fly as fu*k in that white linen
I thank the lord every day, ni**a cause I be sinnin'
Fifteen years in the game, b*tch and I'm still in it
ni**as went from cooking coke boy to pushin' hop
Now you can come and get a cut at my barber shop
Lil ni**a I be on the grind all the time
I'm just an ex-drug dealer with a clothing line
Face shots, if anybody play with mine
I remember when I was broke, and I ain't have a dime
Me and Nard on the block, we just tryna shine...