Tone Pesci and Fave Lucas
Back to back
Cooked coke, nigga, crack
Right on, niggas
Nigga, this real nigga rap
Dope like pure crack
Young niggas
Just tryna put the city on the map
But these young niggas know
Niggas silly while I'm at
Like yanking on the pilly
Tryna send them at your cap
Dig that, we ballin'
You wear the ball cap
Tryna get scratched
Dope, we'll make you come back
Dumb slaps and dumb raps
I'm pro, too
We been off the porch
What you doin' is no news
Thinkin' that he so cool
Gon' *** around and get ***ed off
Jumpin' in some ***
When he know he should've been tucked off
Everybody tough until them shots pop off
Dirty sauce stuffed in a Glock
Lettin' them shots off
We my boss, won't call and get you knocked off
Get off where you mad at
Get your rocks off
We not soft-solid
It's common sense
Concrete
Niggas play games
Look, get real
Jumanji
That's the jungle
If you 20 to the fact, nigga
Watchin' out for you pigs, snakes, and rat niggas
G-Rellas
Young silverback niggas
On spot
Gray dots smack niggas
Yeah, I'm back, nigga
Short, black, fat nigga
The black Joe Pesci
We really whack, nigga
Sippin' act, nigga
Kissin' on my chemicals
Laughin' at niggas
You niggas pitiful
Run some ***
Bottles go around like it's a ritual
You couldn't walk a block
In my shoes, they wouldn't fit for you
Double cup, muddy as ***
Man, I get high as ***
Fade up next, two jets
Man, I be fly as ***
You better hide your bitch
Before I mack the bitch
Have niggas pay taxes off her ass and tits
Livin' glamorous
I'm so self-made
I'm my own boss, I'm so self-paid
And this mom *** is really self-explanatory
Overtime grind, I'm so self-made
And that's mandatory
Hustlin' my jeans, it came in redditary
Organized crime, no secretary
We move like the military
R.I.P. my niggas in the cemetery
Remissionary, the gang know
Same old sister, donkey roast and can't go
A-1 since day one, real nigga
Before I wanted no one, I said, I feel, nigga
In top city, we're tall, seven hundred ***
A-1 since day one, real nigga Before I wanted no one, I said, I feel, nigga
Chi-a niggas off tops keepin' hundreds tripped
One-hundred percent, we stay mobbin'
In KC with two Jets posted on Wal-Rent
Take that sniff and that's, we blow out your noggin'
Top city, the killer city we locked in
Rockin'
From the streets, nigga, we the topin'
Speakin' on the kid, niggas need to stop
You worryin' bout me and focus on your pocket
Drop what they yell, man, and it's in the rocket
Niggas plightin'
Judas and stay watching.
Time waits for no man.
We stay clocking.
FN-Hole 12, call it John Stocking.
Rocking by myself, a one-man rocket.
I can't get four pounds close for you niggas like Alpo.
Ballin' on niggas, no personal foul, though.
Shooter, John Wild with the Glico switch.
Line the niggas up for the freak out.
*** my P.O., the judge, and the C.O.
Still drillin' nigga, point blank zero.
Cancel a bitch quick, like Nino.
Versus a plain tease, no mink coat.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.