Lyrics:
bust open
His piñata feel like I'm Luke lil boy I'm you're father
Rio Santana done slaughter your daughter
We cannot be friends birds by flock
We cannot
strings like Santana i got evil ways .
Feel like Montana’ got clips like banana
Now back to Santana I’m talking bout Dave .
Led em to the lake don’t get
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Santana, ya dig (Ay!)
Let me talk to em. Let me get em.
I make big money
I drive big cars
I smoke big blunts I don't need to hit y'alls.
I'm higher
61 to the 9 the city of mine
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your fame
Mad 'cause a youngster got
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
killing, but he die by my pistol
She slide to the crib, baby, I just wanna hit you
Stay in her living, bout to make a decision
I'll get a bitch gone, they
damn right]
[Chorus, Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
Walk a- down on camera
Ski mask cover my face up
Skull wallet chain, Santana
Show a real, real, what you made of
Hit 'em in the top right now
Faded
away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck
Balenciaga spent racks on my kicks
Fuck all that talkin we pull up with sticks
Don't care if you in it you with em you hit
I spent on my jacket it
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
61 to the 9 the city of mine
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your fame
Mad 'cause a youngster got
food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
two G’z on the side
Trap line bling, got fiends on the line
Hit a couple stains to survive
Got no stripes can’t come to da hive
Swear loves way
an assurement
I'm in that trap with Key Santana,
You drop a four, let's get into it
I'm in that trap
With KG Wapo, fuck the world
Then bitch, you ruined
Draco
[Chorus 1]
pull up in a brand new
shawty hit my line but she old news
i dont waste time you know what it do
im up by 6am
im up by 6am
up by 6am
up by 6am
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