Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam
What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on
Oh no, big Shyne Po
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
Gimme a tech that dont jam (bang bang)
Im tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing
My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased
360 kis
Money make the world spin
I make your chest smoke
Have your mother singing hymms
Particles of your brains up on your tims
Kiss you before I twist you
170 miles
Headed for disaster faster
I put it down right
Bustin off these rounds like
Real niggaz is kings
You aint rockin that crown right
Harder more PK watches
Topless, bitches in cars
Only meals could heal my scars
[Chorus]
Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me
[Repeat]
Allegations got me pacin
Grand jury wouldnt understand my fury
For fast cars and jewelry
I could give a fuck if theres a heaven for a G
This is heaven for me
Go to trial never plea
Do a bullet and come home to the throne
I dont rhyme, I just talk about this life thats mine
Ive seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes
Doin my filth
Niggaz is expiring like milk
Different strokes for different folks
Just give me, different coke in different boats
Black Aristotle Onassis
All I see is crack addicts and automatics
You rap niggaz is faggots
Yall cannot be serious
Im in coupes with gucci interiors
Airin out your areas
Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
Lookin at myself like
Yo, Im the best in this
[Chorus x2]
Sometimes I really wonder
Whats it all about?
How many bitches can I fuck until I get out
How many kis can I cut, guns can I bust
Wigs can I push, spots can I juck
Every single one, cuz Im a fuckin savage
Til Im cremated, most hated, self made
Blood type G
All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me
They supposed to
Sippin on syrup, until I perish
Pickin bitches off the run-way
Look forward to, gun-play
Go to sleep with one eye shut
Wake up and do the same shit
I aint never gonna change bitch
And thats the cycle
I dont wanna be like Michael
More like Darrell Porter
Gettin shipments at the border
Yeah, its a wrappity wrap
[Chorus x4]

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