Impa, help me stack up my rich. Impa, protect me through the treach.
This thing big and weak at all makes. Protect the boss cause if I leave right now we all naked.
Impa, our talent right now is proven. Impa, can't be on that bad rude *.
We ball exclusive, bags of goose *, me and my dog juicy.
Whole label eat the real people, love our mutes.
Impa, get off your ass, you wanna see a bag. I'm on my ditty, kick rocks if you can't bring a bag.
Good fella living to prison, now it's business and wealth.
Eating my veggies, money is health.
Bigger than ever, rich forever, I got real estate.
Business moves, finessing dudes, trap like Poker Face.
I'm the one that makes money.
Make sure we straight, we jet ride.
Like to welcome the whole world to my motherfucking Impa.
Let's get it.
No more hair, no more chair, no more catching sales.
No more bags on the pistol just to catch the shells.
Told my mama no more stressing when we check the mail.
I got us, put that on me, just pray I never fail.
I told them but them niggas ain't gonna listen. Now they looking at the pictures on the Insta.
Trying to figure how we living.
Came from a shank with the cracks in the ceiling.
Taking losses every three months.
Nigga now I'm winning.
Crown on the beat, chain swangin' and glistening.
I'm a rainy days over here, everyday cripples.
Ballin' like the Bulls up in 95, nigga.
And Badass Jordan and I gotta be pippin'.
Impa, bitch I'm Nikki of the clique.
Droppin' hit after hit.
All these niggas wanna hit.
I'm focused on the bag.
Too legit to quit.
Go, go, go and get some money, nigga.
Get up off your dick.
Impa.
Impa.
Who your lil' sis admire?
Hot girl.
Wipe me down cause I got that fire.
A.K.A.
Kanye Rhymes.
If you wanna try, baby.
It's going down.
* with this empire.
Empire.
When I spit it, I set the boot on fire.
Can't deny cause I'm coming with it a million miles.
I beat the fox, I set it off.
Applying pressure, no lettin' off.
That ENT, we takin' off.
Thanks to the boss, we runnin' soft.
Never gets real * comin' out my mouth.
We speak the truth.
It never fail.
We stackin' mail.
We ain't fuckin' jealous.
You ain't built like us.
It ain't tough to tell.
We all dogs.
We don't bark at all when it's time to kill.
We bite *.
Mike Tyson.
Nick Ison.
I know you heard about the indictment.
Bitch.
We them niggas that make lips quiver.
Finish hate the game.
Better grip something.
I'ma beast out the leash in a room full of exes.
I'll tell she about the nigga quick.
She think that I'm gon' make her rich.
She get nothing but conversation and dick.
She gotta split in a minute.
I gotta get back to the studio makin' these hits.
Nigga, I don't get boy in a clown mask.
Ready for whatever with my empire.
These days, I see my best.
I see my best.
But a change is coming.
I'ma pause the nigga.
But I ain't sick of folks.
Nigga posted up with my ass folded.
Nigga run up on me and sit in the crossroads.
You are not a thug.
Turn you dust and bones.
Dre.
For real.
You little boy just crushed me.
But it's not for free.