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[Verse 1]
I’m getting sick of all these phonies
Conversating like we homies
It’s only me myself an I, I don’t want to hear your talk
Got intentions of getting more paper pray the Holy Lord
Save me from this crater and a motherfucking hater
Get me off this ice I’m steady sliding like a skater
And out the country, living comfy fuck the thugs in blue
Shouting monkey cause they think we turned the country to a Zoo
Wasn’t me officer, I resent your attitude
I present my next review, hold it these niggas is folding
They hear but never listen, tryna top a clever nigga
With a vision of a money river, that’s a premonition
Hate it or you love it, if you hate it suck a smelly dick and
Get up out of mine, was coming out of grime
Ain’t ghetto but these niggas telling me they gets the rhymes
I guess its time to get it right, hi nigga bye
Hi ho, fee-fi-fo-fum I just arrived
Hopped off the beanstalk and now I’m in the sky
Fucking with the game of giants, niggas wanna play with fire
Last nigga that tried it slit his wrists and then his mate retired
I’ve been killing rappers put them bastards in a bin liner
I’ve been quiet but I’m tired of sitting still
I’ll make sure you never make it like the morning after pill
The more I rap the more these rappers wanna wrap themselves in film
It was wrap before I spat and that’s exactly how I feel
[Hook]
These niggas ain’t stay right
Can’t fuck with my shine, that’s the daylight
That’s some real shit, tell them niggas hold up
Tryna stack them real quids, tell them niggas hold up
Make that paper real quick, tell them niggas hold up
All ma niggas on their way, tell them hold up
[Verse 2]
There’s no apologies for my audacious nature
I was feeling meek before but now I need that milly paper
Blood a mill is just the start
How many niggas said they were gonna hit it but never did
They finish where they start
Tell my niggas we ain’t failures, Humor be the alias
Its ironic cause there be nothing funny about the way it is
I’m crossing boundaries and borders like illegal aliens
I’m radiating for the nation heating the air waves again
Call that shit a microwave
Ain’t phased by any kind of hate I crack a smile and wave
It’s do or die so I ain’t got no time for inhibitions
And I’m on that twister shit, got bitches in tricky positions
It’s the shittiest conditions
That got these kids on the city strips slinging with the villains
Tryna make a killing in a minute
In a minute shit can end quick you hear about a killing every minute
That’s just way, that it is
From the cradle to the grave, real shit
From the day I’m getting paid, real quids
All ma niggas on the way, real quick
Real quickly, you never will shift me
Till I got everything I came for (four) milly in the kitty
Plus more, break bread with the fam, yes Lord
[Hook]
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