Lyrics:
featuring Raekwon
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo. Yo. Yo. Yeah No doubt. No doubt.
That's my... 1997. That's my word.
That's my... that's
like bayonetta
I can kill a rapper with the words, im shooting with the letters
Niggas always count on onmi, cause i can do it better
I can make it only
So I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like "you fuckin my
the bottom two, let my wisdom work it out
Big on the underground, can't knock me down
Vicki Leekx bitches, back by dope demand
I sleep on my talent and I
back to school, stop playin' cool
We'll stop by the pool, no shame belly showin'
Hate motivate last time to keep flowin'
That was last time I evolved
The playground more colored than an Easter egg
Yo I moved here at 14 big ass dreams
I wanted to play 1st base on the Yankees team
But varsity I wasn't a star by
a believer
You don't have to like me, bitch
Cause I don't really like you either
I don't care if you're rich
I had your girl, and I'mma leave her
Word, I'm
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
And young Wayne do song about
of budding careers
That can end by a letter
Saying you've got a week
To pack up your shit
Me and Nate at the circus
We finna get rich
Yeah we finna get rich
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one
you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
your hands in a shithole
My hands on the pistol
Leave a tide in the ripple
Make it big, little by little
Make it big little by little
I'm stuck in your
Wise words being spoke
Huh
why y'all know what it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok
Each day I listen what the streets say
Like
mo
We was stealing from the rich and make investments in the po
What you no bout keeping heat but leaving foot prints in the snow
What you no bout doin
Will it be funny
I just wanna rock
On the beat and say
Words from my soul
You can find soothing
And if you don't know
Den who you gonna blame
We all
fill it with ice
Soon I'll be way too rich
In a brand new whip
With a bad ass bitch Ice Spice
Cool if you hate me, shit, I might
Bark at a big dog, bitch
than never
Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue
Slowly severed by words
Left interred as exposed souls erode
Though I'm told to expect that fate
Human
saaay, we dont do trust
Not no more
Not no more yea yea
Be my woe, not my op
We get rich, we all we got
Ima stir coffee pot
Im a problem Solve me not
of time envested in my craft
Won’t let em take it
Got cops watching my moves
Tryna put me in that 5 by 7
What’s left to do
Ain’t felt safe since my big
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
you get what you get
Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga
Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga
We heard the bricks comin' on the boat
We
bleeding
Writing fables 'bout you stories 'bout you
Mark my words they'll learn this rap too
Sike bitches wanna call me by my name
Sike bitches wanna play it
mine or how we design
My niggas might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates?
Movin'
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