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Thousand dollar shades on, my lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae tha Truth produced 'em
Silverback, nigga, I suggest you get used to him (Uh-huh)
O.G. gangsta (Yeah), nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit, I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas, we brought our whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces (D-BLOCK)
Look how many shooters with us, count how many cases
Hardest in the world (Ghost), you ain't gotta ask (Uh-uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet, pop 'em in the ass
You rap it like a G, wasn't poppin' on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah), it's too gory (Yeah)
Analyze the plug and the things he could do for me, Ghost
Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke (You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever tried me got they booth smoked (Hahaha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays, he ain't shootin' with that seven like he Kukoč (Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I was playin' with a onion (Uh-huh)
Your girl ask for cash, you might hand her a hunnid (What's that?)
That's not enough to get a bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these streets, I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna see a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family and your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga, it's like a Mexican
I cut your ass up like Carpaccio, nigga, extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go with the Pittsburgh Pirates
Frozen medallions, they come from Mesopotamia
The Sheikhs carry me in the streets out in Arabia
Tuna fish cans of black hash
Open caskets filled with rifles and Das EFX masks
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers, I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not us, save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible, plus, I get tough digits
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched, nigga
2-0-19 Range look like a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down, all the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
Get money and chill, dollar bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 Cal. ammo when they clap to spray devils
Bandana up if you double, won't play your borough
Can't avoid George Floyd 'til the case is settled
Baseless devils, empty out and replace the metal
Face the treble, when it's bass, we raise the levels
Love it, get it and think nothing of it
Make amends then make it public, we ain't to fuck with
Rollin' 50 deep, bloodhound hound dogs with sturdy teeth
The apex predator, wolves huntin' a herd of sheep
Revolutionary philosopher with superb mystique
Curriculum of a college professor with the urge to teach
Overrated, ungrateful parasite, undeservin' leech
Shove the barrel right in your mouth, you don't deserve to speak
The Ku Klux Klan killer, bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline, light the fire and burn they sheets
Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery (Nah)
Even when you makin' the shot, it's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm C.T. Fletcher, mixed with a little Mr. T (Uh-huh)
You on The Shade Room just hoping that you don't miss the tea (Haha)
Beam to your chest, I swear that I won't miss your T
Scream to the refs, "He flagrant, how could you miss the T?"
The fifth degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses, I split your waves in half like he split the sea
Niggas don't want smoke, trust me, it's all talk
Mention one of my niggas again and you'll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga, dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to bring them things back out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga, don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on, you know that we next to be
Runnin' this rap shit, it's WHMG
I wish a nigga would say hood in the presence of a nigga that
Just don't give a fuck, you better level up (Flash, homie)
Put your bezel up (Ayy), ain't nothin' changed, it's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need everything including the Möet in the cup
Brooklyn, New York (legend), pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds and don't follow procedures
Ayo, you fucking with the overbite boss
I'll pull up on your block wavin' a torch, leave a corpse on your porch
It's killas in the room
I smell Erykah Badu's incense when y'all niggas in the room ('Cause y'all pussy)
I will squeeze and clap (C'mon)
But I'll never discuss cheese with rats (Nigga)
I'm the pallbearer that'll throw you in the ground
With that blocka blocka b-blocka b-blocka blocka blaow
From The Dirt be the commission, we ain't askin' for permission to hit 'em
While his children be with 'em, bag drops, slide up and twist 'em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop, that's how you get finished
Homie was cappin', knocked him out of his fitted
Pick up the product and zip it (Zip)
You dyin' to be famous, I couldn't imagine it
Applying only torture, these niggas softer than fabric
Far from average, .357 on me, knockin’ Cam' Horse & Carriage shit
If I was you, that'd be embarrassin'
Told Slay if this rap don't pop
Fuck selling drops, I be back up on that old shit
Masks and gloves on like I'm tryna dodge COVID
I'm making coats fresh like aerobics over the stove with
The burner on like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Streets sweep you off your feet like Drake on Degrassi
You gon' need a colostomy bag if you tryna stop mine
Came with drums on it bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch
Pass the baton, I'm rap crack packed in a bong
One immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered, it's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like a chapter from John
Rappers get laid off when I'm working
Man, I ain't even have to concentrate to get this 8 off like a German
That's light work, I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya poison, I'm poised, they picking my verse
See the dirtiest of the dirtiest, the godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun, choke you with your car charger
Slay hit me up on the 'gram and said, "Damn
You don't even need a buzz to be gettin' love from your fans"
I said it's a difference between a fan and a follower
These niggas went from dick-lickin' to being straight swallowers
Follow or see a trend and then follow, that's a no hand
Niggas wanna be like Chicago, scared to death to go there (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, throw the V's up for victory
G.O.A.T. when they mention me, dope era history
Gettin' violated, annihilated, I only do Sanaa Lathan
Fire Satan, God body, I got the choir hatin'
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife, I swear it's a cabinet
Oakland inhabitant, lifestyle extravagant
Me going broke? Yeah, right, couldn't imagine it
Fuck the system, it's a premise, these visions mentally different
Never be victims, equity grippin', melodies is meant to be different
Remember the rhythm, marches when we melanin pigment
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