Tekst piosenki
Straight out the fucking jungle
Fuck being humble
I鈥檓 growing niggas off top, like it鈥檚 a royal fumble
Bulldog without the muzzle
You don鈥檛 want no trouble
This rap shit is getting wack, I need another hustle
And I can’t fuck with you
Unless I know yo momma
Cause that鈥檚 exactly where I鈥檓 heading if we getting drama
I鈥檓 sorry Your Honour
I鈥檓 just in love with commas
The hood Obama
Black hoodies, and Benihanas
These niggas they don鈥檛 want it they, just say they do
I鈥檓 the new King of New York, it鈥檚 not debatable
I run em down, gun em down, look what you made me do
Talking shit, and now we only eating baby food
In that Mercedes coupe
Navy blue
Wavy duke
Oh that鈥檚 your baby boo
That鈥檚 crazy she said I鈥檓 her baby too (laughs)
We could share her my nigga
Yeah you brought her, but I wear her my nigga
It鈥檚 going down
This is black skully
Got a sandwich from the deli
Talking work on the throw away celli
Counting money in the telly
Fucking this bitch until I鈥檓 smelly
Only God can judge me
What the fuck can you tell me
Piercing in her nose
Thug Life across the belly
I told her I鈥檒l be back, she call me Kris Makaveli
If life鈥檚 a dice game, then I鈥檓 a rob it
If you getting money, you鈥檚 a target
Hit the mattress, hit the safe, I want all it
Won鈥檛 stop until these niggas forfeit
I鈥檓 flawless
Big dog, no fear on my heart
I sic you
You shiatsus
All you can do is bark
Me…
Me?
I got bite like a shark
You fuck around
I tear this whole shit apart
It鈥檚 going down
I can run up in yo house
Fondling your spouse
Put the gun up to your scalp
And take the work up out the couch
I鈥檓 the one
But, that鈥檚 just word of mouth
They still think I got connects Down South
I鈥檓 that nigga, huh
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