Jersey, stay the fuck up.
DJ Diggs, Prophecy, Big Mike, and my homie DJ Lush.
on a fucking grunt, you know?
Ransom!
Ransom!
Lights!
Camera!
Action!
Coming soon!
So just DJ Gish!
Can you believe it?
You gotta see it.
I don't plan on going through with it over me.
Cause I'm in it to win, now niggas can't take that.
Listen to my made-back music.
Lost, lost, lost.
About to put a little pressure on them.
A big duffel bag, spend a little extra on them.
I don't never let these fags live.
Blast ribs fresh about the booth and no ad-libs.
Ain't never sunny.
That weight get it from me.
I'm hopping out to Maybach.
Mayweather money.
That can't get it from me.
I need that right now.
Ice down.
My hands dirty.
I stay very muddy.
Y'all boys type cowards.
I send them light showers.
I'm so magic with the rock.
Dwight Howard.
Yeah.
Rashard Lewis when I spit bars fluid.
Hard music playing that Maybach or that Long Buick.
Yup.
The realest shit that I ever wrote.
You better hope that I stop killing this booth and stick to selling dope.
Swine flu.
I'ma remind you when I send a dose.
Rothstein getting that cream stuffed in an envelope.
Yes.
Go and hang yourself.
I'm a send a rope.
Really said I have a rope.
Telling if I'm made back.
Whatever I send out, homie, I'm a make back.
Can you believe that?
You gotta see it.
I don't plan on going broke with that old man.
Cause I'm in it to win, now niggas can't take that.
Listen to my made-back music.
To my made-back music.
Well, all right.
This prophecy, man.
I have a black baby back.
I'm sitting in the asshole.
Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad boy.
Benjamin Franklin on X, how that cash roll.
That's right.
The meals do like damn clothes.
I eat your meal too.
We'll feel you.
And we be strappin' up like the Navy SEAL do Sweet as banana split every time I peel through
fresher than will smith and uncle phil tune watching tv in the maybach
traffic I'm on my feet like tough actin' to actin' I'm runnin' this shit
You should try tackling Lil Wayne in one word, immaculate.
You see the biggie.
The Jay, the Tupac, and him.
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Priestax.
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do.
Say, make back music.
Really, should I ever roll?
Should I never be back?
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back.
Can you believe that?
You gotta see it.
I don't plan on going broke with that old baby.
Cause I'm in it to win, now niggas can't take that.
Listen to my Maybach music.
To my Maybach music.
