Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam
What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on
Oh no, big Shyne Po
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
Gimme a tech that donīt jam (bang bang)
Iīm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing
My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased
360 kiīs
Money make the world spin
I make your chest smoke
Have your mother singing hymms
Particles of your brains up on your tims
Kiss you before I twist you
170 miles
Headed for disaster faster
I put it down right
Bustin off these rounds like
Real niggaz is kings
You ainīt rockinī that crown right
Harder more PK watches
Topless, bitches in cars
Only meals could heal my scars
[Chorus]
Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me
[Repeat]
Allegations got me pacinī
Grand jury wouldnīt understand my fury
For fast cars and jewelry
I could give a fuck if thereīs a heaven for a G
This is heaven for me
Go to trial never plea
Do a bullet and come home to the throne
I donīt rhyme, I just talk about this life thatīs mine
Iīve seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes
Doinī my filth
Niggaz is expiring like milk
Different strokes for different folks
Just give me, different coke in different boats
Black Aristotle Onassis
All I see is crack addicts and automatics
You rap niggaz is faggots
Yīall cannot be serious
Iīm in coupes with gucci interiors
Airinī out your areas
Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
Lookinī at myself like
Yo, Iīm the best in this
[Chorus x2]
Sometimes I really wonder
Whatīs it all about?
How many bitches can I fuck until I get out
How many kiīs can I cut, guns can I bust
Wigs can I push, spots can I juck
Every single one, cuz Iīm a fuckinī savage
Til Iīm cremated, most hated, self made
Blood type G
All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me
They supposed to
Sippin on syrup, until I perish
Pickinī bitches off the run-way
Look forward to, gun-play
Go to sleep with one eye shut
Wake up and do the same shit
I ainīt never gonna change bitch
And thatīs the cycle
I donīt wanna be like Michael
More like Darrell Porter
Gettinī shipments at the border
Yeah, itīs a wrappity wrap
[Chorus x4]
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