Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' for future shot Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot I'm super hot and beyond your range It's kinda strange how the change in climate Ain't because of climate change I acquired this affinity for finer things Like [?] , Range and Rolls from gold chains And dangers when niggas get hot, then die fameless Slugs spark louder than chain but fly aimless I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers You speak anything but my language Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance Fool, I consider these thieves, that's not gangsters So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you walk right
Bark, bark, bark Tough guy, ah? You can tell me, you can tell me what?
I keep the. 45 close, get your lo-fi smoke Like the Wi-Fi broke, get the wise guy jokes Got mob ties bro, financial status and them old tie Get ya familiar smoke, on both sides though Oh my, now reach in to your pockets, pay homage Pay me hunnids or pay me no mind, bro And my screen don't work, got a iPhone 4 Like the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though Okay, like que paso, malecón, cabrón 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed Uhm, one time when I was duckin' from the one time This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish two fish, red whip, blue whip
This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you He is in his mansion playin' his XBOX (You never listen, you never listen) And look at you, look at where you are (No one ever says anything worth listenin' to)
Yeah, straight out the flames of this city of mine Since double planes hit the risers pain on graph been on rise With cyclops' eye strays stay shattering lives Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive Monster of art don't start Your little drive die dark, put you in long term park Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp Sharp with a bodega cat claw slash at the rat's heart Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in Scrap like I'm facing a mouth of a starved kraken Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards Slid into the vacuum they left stabbing at random Abracadab-'em, got these maggots tracking the magic It's vapid, how you speak, not deep, you lacking the fathoms While tough guys dreaming of smashing thots, I smash atoms
Are you serious with this? This is what it's come to? We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy) I am, and it is (Yeah, yeah)
The bar killer, I stole a demon from God's dealer (Yeah) A God body with temperment of a Godzilla (Yeah, yeah) Man, you ain't shit you fuck her barely, I far fill her (Yeah, yeah, yeah) A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (Woo) I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (Ooh) And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (Ooh) Edge of destruction the world seems on the brink again (Ooh) You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (Damn) I leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (Damn) I pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (Damn) I'm audacious so fuck with me on a cash basis (Yeah) I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (Yeah, yeah) I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (Yeah) No patience for racists, send ‘em to damn Satan (Yeah, yeah) Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (Yeah, yeah) And all my chains on when I rap, bitch I'm Ghostfacin' (Woo)
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