I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat
A million dollar crook from a southside set
As I proceed to break off,
I'm furiously demonstrating
Also applying 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 glocks stay the same size
I cock it and ride, fire speed and hit the gas
Continue to swing glass, able to blast fast
Your ass is grass if you in that black mask Future,
present,
past,
another completed task
I'm a mash,
fast with the heart of a hustler Quick to break up a bucker,
so are some 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 caught up in the game,
got my eyes on the * prize
Niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise
The kiki is a fact,
won't you haters just realize
Cause niggas be hating me and making my
pressure rise I'm caught up in the game,
got my eyes on the * prize
Niggas be hating me and making my pressure rise The kiki is a fact,
won't you haters just realize
On the southside,
we be hitting licks,
9 soft,
half a thing,
27 in bricks
Tricks be hating,
feds got my phone tapped,
loaded glock on my lap,
jealous niggas got me strapped
I flap on blades,
swang 3's and flossed 4's,
coast to coast,
shows,
pips,
flares and pros
A 9 I pack,
dedicated to stack,
smoking weed,
sipping slurry,
moving ounces of crack
The * gon' hit the fan and the script gon' flip,
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
A heartbreaker,
a baller,
legendary showstopper,
southside rebels didn't pop up on chopper
Open your eyes,
your face to face with a G,
give a game for free,
cause niggas be hating me
Nigga be hating me and making my
pressure rise I'm code up in the game,
got my eyes on the * prize
Now we be ballin and yo we puttin in
work The L-I-L-K-E and this nigga named D
Ain't no mistaking, it's money we making
Put all drama on hold until the record made gold
So far so good,
ain't no complaints in Hersheywood
Same things in my hood, it's understood
When the sun come up, it's dollar bills, y'all
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,
you'll 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 in rainbow Noticing how the game go,
I put 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 hatin' me,
and making my pressure rise I'm caught up in the game,
got my eyes
on the fuckin' prize Niggas be hatin' me,
and making my pressure
rise Look,
geeky is a fact,
won't you haters just
realize?
Niggas be hatin' me, and making my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game,
got my eyes on the fuckin' prize
Niggas be hatin' me,
and making my pressure rise Look,
geeky is a fact,
won't you haters just realize?