How's business?
Not bad.
But let me tell you about yours.
You're shutting your operations down tomorrow.
You don't?
I shut you down myself.
Is that so?
Oh, that's so.
You've been warned.
Get ready for your final throne.
No! Not in here! No! No!
I hold my gun fine.
Ideas be as bright as the sunshine.
Shook the rap game with just one line.
With me and my niggas combined all day.
You know what?
Sometime I run with mad niggas
who done top.
Hit you with eight from one nine.
Now you showing the vein.
My shells is like information.
Go in your brain.
Hold them a slug.
Before you squeeze and show them the love.
Burn your fingertips or throw them a glove.
Understand me.
Before my album drop, cop the Grammy.
Uncanny.
Bought my first Rollie from Manny.
Dirty burners my crew never hand me.
Nigga we family.
You not.
Get shot, get caught sniffing like Dexter Manley.
Release ten lead.
Spray right.
Paint your skin red.
Damn we.
All the shit you can't be.
We big time.
You small time.
Real small like how an aunt be.
Marcy.
Bust a shot from Metcalf.
T -Lo and Danny.
Peace to the Burrells.
Cut Wap and Stanley.
Boom.
Moet and Bow.
My whole set is wild.
Pass threads.
Front and flash singles and ass bet.
Fuck a bitch.
You know the drill.
Cut a check.
Suck a dick.
As a youth explosively.
Clapping off the roof.
Shooting guard like Kobe.
Raised up Slate Smiths and Bowie.
Back then Gil was my Cody.
Spanish Jose.
Show me how to get the money.
Niggas owe me.
Fast forward.
No kids.
Six cars and three Rollies.
Two cribs.
Trips to Cuba.
Sipping on Uber.
Got rap in the stupor.
First to clap get Rupert.
From the range with the ski rack.
A six with the roof up.
Shit.
I like the motherfucking soundproof Uber.
New shit.
Y 'all say the same shit.
Like you looped up.
Your rap's all lazy.
Jigga the black Scorsese.
What your album lack is more Jay -Z.
Code name.
J -Hova.
All praise me.
Y 'all don't paint pictures.
Y 'all all trace me.
You get to see the day when my squad be done.
I represent that shit nigga.
Marcy son.
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