Who the * wanna * with the young buck with the ruffs?
Step up and get buffed up, I'm a gangster
Solo with one in the chamber, won't thank twice to bang ya
Your life's in danger, I'll stain ya, give me 50 feet, partner
Before I knock out your motherfuckin' teeth, partner
Or hit you with the heat, partner, give me some space
Before I make the state of Texas, come give me a case
I'm number eight in the race, I ain't losin' my place
I'm a hustler on the grind, speedin' up my pace
Gainin' weight on the block, tryna stack my night
And if the block get hot, I'ma shake the spot
I ain't bout to let the cops come take my pot
Or have me sleepin' on the cot, upstate on lock
Oh no, I'm a G, man, gotta be a free man
16-C, man, if you want a key, man, no less than three, man
You fuckin' with a big timer, I'm a dope man
Slash CEO, slash drama, short climber
Designed to keep it raw and stay loyal to my fam, boss, hog out loud
I see it no other way, we stay on our J
On the streets, I'm the play, while they stackin' they pay
Sonny a great, my niggas gettin' nothin' but love
I'ma stay spittin' real, you can count on thug, nigga
From this day forth, I'm the veteran rookie
Well, what you tryin' to say? I'm better than rookies
And whether you like it or not, I'm in a league of my own
So do me a big favor, just leave me alone
Foolishly, a fool is he, got people that hate him
Sayin' how cool is he, ooh, it's me
Yeah, ain't that a bitch?
Can't help it, that's just the way I spit
I'm who brought back this gangsta *
Round here, and it's the motherfuckin' thanks I get
The watch is perpetual
Along with the bracelet, chain, and brain
His * looks electrical
* up your eyesight, right behind your spectacles
To hang around me, your parents may act skeptical
Everything I spit is a hit, and acceptable
Every CD I'm on is a collectible
You can't time the rhyme scheme, it's unexpected
Change your soul, you'll never know
Too much, I think, is transsexual
My taste for clothes is quite impeccable
I wet niggas' homes, dope just like Michelob
The flow so deep, I come up with these thoughts in my sleep
So imagine if I was a rapper, you'd creep
Let it alone, or let it be known, let it be flown
They hit niggas up, and they here to be gone
That's right, I'm fittin' quicker, nigga
On behalf of Lil' Pop, I'm a slicker, nigga
Run trick plays like the flea flicker, nigga
Before I wave and spray
I just pick up, nigga
I'm just tryin' to get richer, nigga
So I can eat, get fatter, get thicker, nigga
Feel me? My intentions is to stack most grill
And buy a car that's worth millions
Like the Batmobile
I'm all raw talent, that's no skill
They be like, boy, we love you
I be like, that's so real
But in the back of my mind, nigga
It's * you too
And whatever this * even schemin' ass is up to
I * niggas up fast, like eatin' crushed glass
When I buck buck blast
Reach out and touch they stash
I'm ignorant and arrogant with my stuck-up ass
My attitude's worse, plus I'm bout stackin' up cash
I don't give a *, never have, never will
If you don't know C-1 *, you better chill
Oh my God, it's the Black M&M
You don't want plex with him or them
Mob style, Pope D1, Grim and them
It's your boy back on the track with Slim and them
I'm rippin' it, drank, I'm sippin' it
Crack, I'm flippin' it
Sure am I
I'm rippin' it, drank, I'm sippin' it
I'm rippin' it, drank, I'm sippin' it
If you want, you can try that, nigga
My verse is so expensive, I don't think you can buy that, nigga
I hit hard like a hi-hat, nigga
Now that's rougher and raw than goin' naked head in a dry cat, nigga
Ma, my nigga Chris Ward, make sure y'all pick up that boy out
Freestyle, underground world, and stoves, sound waves, and all that *
Jill, what's up to them boys over there, mob style?
Much love, baby
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