I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat, a million dollar crook from a south side set, as I proceed to break out, I'm fiercely demonstrating, also blind pressure on the marks forever hating, relax your mind as I massage your brain, excruciating pain, different levels of gain, cause boys be hating me and making my pressure rise, niggas get bigger, but my clock stay the same size, I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas, continue to twang glass, able to blast fast, your ass is grass, if you in that black man,
future, present, past, another completed task, I'm a match, fast with the heart of a hustler, quick to break off a buckle, so what's up motherfuckers, I ain't making no bargains, no deals or no plea, staying strapped at all times, cause niggas be hating me, niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise, I'm cold up in the game, got my eyes on the * prize, niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise, look kinky as a fact, won't your haters just realize, cause our niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise, I'm cold up in the game, got my eyes on the * prize,
niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise, look kinky as a fact, won't your haters just realize, on the south side, we be hitting licks, nine soft, half a thang, 27 and bricks, tricks be hating, feds got my phone tapped, loaded clock on my lap, jealous niggas got my strap, I flap on blades, swang threes and floss foes, coast to coast shows, pips, plails and pros, a nine I pack, dedicated to stack, smoking weed, sip or serve, moving ounces of crack, the * gon' hit the fan and the script,
the answer when you trip is a beam and a clip, I tip a hater, just like he's a waiter, a punishing mastermind and a dope ride creator, heartbreaker, about a legendary showstopper, south side rappers sitting popped up on chopper, open your eyes, you're face to face with a G, give it gang for free, cause niggas be hating me, niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise, I'm cold up in the game, got my eyes on the * prize, niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise, look kinky as a fact, won't your haters just realize,
We'll be right back.
And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all.
Somebody said to me, whatever you do, just keep it true.
Make your cash and dash.
Cause see them haters, they after you.
Flashing cold cash in them hoes face.
Nobody * with me.
I want a paper chase.
Poetic since 84.
I used to rhyme at Rainbow.
Noticing how the game go.
I puts it down so you got beef.
Then bring your beef raw and rugged from the streets of hard knocks.
The way you G's love.
Niggas be hating me.
And making my pressure rise.
I'm cold up in the game.
Got my eyes on the * prize.
Niggas be hating me.
And making my pressure rise.
Nicky is a bad bunch of haters that's realized.
Niggas be hating me.
And making my pressure rise.
I'm cold up in the game.
Got my eyes on the * prize.
Niggas be hating me.
And making my pressure rise.
Nicky is a bad bunch of haters that's realized.