Tekst piosenki
Sermons inspired by the streetlife
Syringes, police lights, S-class and F-type cash
Can get the set hype fast
Maneuvering like we moving Peruvian
It’s nothing new to me and my hooligans
Way too many chains
I oughtta give one to Vito
Bitches giving brain cause they saw me on Vevo
My last name alone, I might get hit with the rico
Bout to cop something exterior [?]
On the gram like
God damn, look at me-o
Little nigga with the big ego
Sean, call me papi, a don
Try to stop me, you gone
When them cannons flash
Like paparazzi it’s on
And never off
Until one of us dead and gone
Your head in [?]
Your legs in Lebanon
Traumatized by lies my teacher
Told me in the class of my own
Who knew it would be this be lonely
Think Left Eye on Death row
The nina on me
Fash, you rich why you still drinking that OE?
Shatter proof
My attitude
Rather rude
I climbed the ladder
Now I’m at a different latitude
4’s, I had a few
Hoes, I had a crew
Now I’m known international
I take you on a journey through these lines
Too thrill
Probably need an attorney when I rhyme
New Steel out the alley
Outline them, that’s murder by design
Kevlar under the
They wanna know how much this dope cost
How much the flow cost
Am I in Illuminati
And so forth
All that bitch did was piss after
Ditch
She feel like she got her ribs batted
It’s a major event
Whenever I’m in the building
Ball like children
The habbits had you turn you into a cannibal
Time in the cage will turn you in a animal
This ain’t the blueprint, it’s the manual
And the truth is I dismantle you
This gang is calm
But physically small
I make Lil Wayne look tall
It’s dangerous, dog
It’s about money
Better hear my name involved
Spit acid, you act like you can’t dissolve
I don’t know what you take me for
Thank the lord
Got money on repeat like my favorite song
More proverbs than a page’s song
Please, don’t make a pimp raise his pawn
You Rihanna niggas keep your navy calm
I got a regime
Know what I mean
Out of my league
Ever since The Ecology
Who said I wasn’t in the streets
Last time I heard that, I was in the streets
[?]
Yall niggas politicking about property
Eating policies, the last of a dying breed
Air hose on the chopper to let the iron breathe
Disappear before I hear the pick siren scream
Money maded
Young nigga, emotionless
I’m more focused
Now that po legit, I’m holding [?]
Couple of meetings with my attorney
Heathens do not concern me
Nor my hungerpains
Just gluttony for the gang
The hustle remain
I’m such a son of a crip
As a younging was lit
When the spring fall, summer I clum to the strip
Work in my pocket
Blunt in my lips
With a handful of young ins who want get rich
[?]
In case you was wondering how my summer was spent
Mumbled my way to London to Dublin to Lens
Huddle up in the Benz
Hungry for ends
Life in the spotlight on
In front of a lens
Uh, I kept it a hundred
Ain’t nothing pretend
Sweet chick for the waffles and wings, opulence
Every member of the maffia’s dream
Preposterous how I upgraded to Mass Appeal
And that was ill
As Malcolm going to Mekka
The alchemy [?] was unexpected
Could you believe that I’m still on tour?
So many casualties
And they still want war
Even if I touch a billie, Ima still want more
Your rhymes Honda Accord to a Bentley Azure
Versus mine, certainly
Not inking your pen, that’s [?]
No rhymes designed for nursery
I’m in full effect
Can’t
All yall in debt for not paying respect
Mister worldwide by way of the west
You rather I pay you a visit
Or you pay me a check
Some say I’m the best
I say I’m possessed
By the spirit of Big
Either one
Big L, Biggie Smalls, Big Bank[?], Big pun
One
Nigga
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