Ain't this what they've been
waiting for?
You ready?
uh uh
I used to pray for times like
this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like
that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent
on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy
wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold,
nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game
and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see
it with a clear eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless
me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please
before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let
them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil'
nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck
and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless,
draw it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin'
with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging,
f**kin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they
tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink,
Philly nigga I'm Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce
they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new
Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest
in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't
even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas
then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence,
nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got
what I deserve f**k nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all
thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin
y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm
like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay
the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million
cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch,
she'll ride like my ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my
hands strapped around my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead
and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill
money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life,
they f**k around get killed
You f**k around, you f**k around,
you f**k around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought
with me don't f**k around, no joke
All I know is murder,
when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin'
I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch
I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop
head, I'm riding down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home,
that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin', like
Batman and we're robbin' (Robin)
This 2 door Maybach, with
my seat all reclinin'
I'm like real nigga what
up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder
game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll
get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood,
no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at
that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet,
like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your
block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces
on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause
I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that
bullshit the same niggas that flock
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street
with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up
and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating
on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit,
my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya
friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn
my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from
40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich,
love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty
hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie
when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy
when he first touched that brick
I'm gone
