We in the building
Yeah
Lets go
King Push
They think that they know, something bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number, I just took her home with a-
Nother bitch, ménage, Boomerang, Strange
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la Renta
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos bel grande
Stay sippin that André, spent three stacks, thats André
That Balmain, that Phillip Lim, they say Im dressing like Kanye
Im everything that my rhymes say: breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire, trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch dont land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundais
Yall couch niggas, we stand on em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-Boys still ball the same, just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah!
Yo, I got flames for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product of what you aint
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic, Ive got evidence of a master
You never thought youd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? You cant take my heat
Fireball flow, cant bat in my league
Im the best rapper thats been slept on
Stick around like gum thats been stepped on
Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell HudMo Dope says, Whats up?
Go Dreamers a looney 
Wish upon a star 
Im too cold for Pluto so Im movin back to Mars
Cause this that spaceship, that space shit
This that Category 5, this that quake, bitch, that quake, bitch
See Im so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And its a red state, in Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As Im on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin your million dollar truffles, this acquirin taste, nigga
Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light
In the fixture or in the background
Cut all the hatin in the background
Cause if music and money is the motive, then youre so gimmick
Whos to tell me I cant have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop playin, stop playin, Im just sayin, just sayin
Go, go, go, go-go , go, go, go, uh
Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go?
Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it
Pass it, dont hold it, lovin that potent
Im drunk and Im rollin, this pill got me open
These bad hoes is gruntin, their booties is pokin
Out them little dresses, a nigga wanna fuck
He dont even smoke, but tell Butter roll a blunt
Cause Im way too drunk and Im too turnt up
And I brought my own drugs and I do my own stunts
Young and Im wildin, new drugs, I try em
Hell call me RetcH, but your bitch call me Brian
In Polo Im stylin, its all that Im rockin
If you catch me out in Lo its a problem
Less its a Champion suit, then Im trappin
Fuck with me, I got all this Lo all from raggin 
Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin
Seen it on a video, he yappin to the captain
That nigga snitchin, R86 him
These niggas trannies cause these niggas switchin
And these niggas bitchin more than these bitches
And Im just so sick of this shit, its ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds and bitches all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay
And my wine on chill and my shrimps sautéed
And Im chillin in L.A. with a bitch for the day
Look, aint that a bitch?
Foot up on the gas, aint no brakes in this bitch
Cover girl givin face to the Crip
Somethin bout a nigga on the way to the chips
High off the money and Im wasted as shit
High off the life and she cant get a grip
Hundred dollar cup and you cant get a sip
Im a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick
Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit, Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
She dont know money so she callin you rich
You aint got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch til its gone and she split
Now you feel like a wimp
Talkin bout what you was buildin and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit
To the real nigga shit
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill nigga shit
Gold crown on a real nigga wrist
Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch
.40 cal, no concealing the shit
Four gun cases, Im still with this shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, thats a real nigga risk
In the field on my tip
Hoes like Phil then I Stockton assist
It aint no stoppin the shit, so avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6
Got Mary blowing Jane
We fucking high, sex on a plane
Hey newscaster, we about to rain
Get love in the club because we fill the section with pain, cmon
Blow him up, finna explode
All of Hells Kitchen praying he dont stick to the stove
God got me, illumi-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now Im everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150, let me tell yall now, I want Nikki
Lift her up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play Problem
While problem tongue play with propeller 
Keep fresh just in Margielas
Diamond lane running thangs aint shit you can tell us 
Done everything, aint shit you can sell us
Money over bullshit, friction derail us 
Compton niggas, yeah we take it or leave it
Know once its almost over tryin to jerk the wheel
You nervous, like them cutters hed inject the speed
And you think you mothafucka faking me, my nigga? 
Yeah I bet a nigga crawl to the crown
Im a boss, hire hoes while I bottle out
I see them niggas shaking hands and biting styles
Got her to stay city in cause I fired her spouse
Cause Im a mad man
Just fuck niggas like the Klan, man
Put you to sleep like the Sandman
Give me the throne, Im a chairman 
Rolex beat, its time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more .4 5s and 9s and I aint talking bout no Js
Please be afraid but I aint the shooter, Chachi-palooza
Riding shotty in the Chevy bitch old as a cougar
Lyrical Ruger, pop your medulla
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch know that Im cooler, please
Your bitch know that Im cooler, please
So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees
Boss daddy use the porthole please
Get it good girl, use your knees, I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees 
Back on my Compton shit, demonic how I demolish shit
Angelic with my intuition
Student of game make hoes pay tuition 
No dice, no pill, but Im on a roll
That one nigga that Kendrick cant control 
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Yall five days and a weekend
Stay smokin on that defense
Thats two or three and Im zonin
Got money like I cloned it
Your bitch came through and I owned it
Rims on the Caddy and I ice cream coned it
Homie, you aint hitting on nothin
Drop that top when I hit that button 
Pimp so hard its a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas, tell me what its gon be
Young nigga chop it up 223 
Come to the D, dont hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key 
Bitch we great, bitch we great , fuckin set 
Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it
Gotta get, get, we gotta get, get, we gonna take it first
We jump, said bitch we jump, we gotta make it 
Couple racks up on them Wikki stiks
Yo bitch, she smoked my trippy stick
Ridiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clit
And its over with, Im over it
No sober shit, drink til I just throw up and shit
Yall ho told me come over here
So guess what nigga its over with
And its over with
Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas made cool
We wrote the blueprint for the shit yall niggas try to do
If Im not outside, then Im probably inside your boo
My teams official, you aint shit, thats why shes trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
Im always shopping, keep it fly, Lauren is archery
Dont get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea
My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key
And then I turn it up, thats really how you work the V
Your stash aint never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this fly shit perfectly, were enough to rise the mercury
Heat nigga, street nigga
Reflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, nigga
Looking Cambodian while standing at the podium
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
Laurenovich
Stop by, tryna see a nigga, all I buy is these trees, king
100 kis in them streets, nigga, mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal, NY, them eagles
Fly through, get high too, fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live group, come through with that live crew
Birds chirpin, cop that Birkin, boo, yo, I supplied you
Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut
Slick, little niggas get gun poundin, keep moving, who saved you?
Play who? Not me, me and Bronson, not we
Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast
Ice is on, heat close
Fuck around and kill one of yall clown ass niggas, word up
Take your two, take your hat
Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggas
We pound niggas and drown niggas and
Hemmied up, that brown, niggas
All my niggas get stemid up, Hennessy, Louis V
Me and you, me and her, we as one and she is done
Battle rap me three to one, freedom after, kingdom come
Triple hundred K in my duffle
Give a hundred K to my muscle
Slept a hundred days, just wakin up
Need a brick, just break it up
Break it down, then take the cut
We shave around like a taper cut
I weigh the pound, if you hatin us
Bout to paint the town, most hated what
Most hated what
Grab the dice then shake em up
Talked hundreds since eight and up
You lost the onions, no makin up
No blunts but yall fake as fuck
Its gym time and Im shapin up
Ive been foulin, when Blake get up
You gon waste a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz
On his back like Nigga dont move
Word to mother, we dont lose
Talk butter like we dont move
See Gutter, be home soon
See Gutter, hell be home soon
Whats good? Talk the money, whats good?
Haters frontin, whats good?
Im pullin up like, Whats good?
You know I got it, whats good?
My peoples bout it, whats good?
Never stop, we never settle
Gotta push the pedal in that hood
Whats good? Talk the money, whats good?
Haters frontin, whats good?
Im pullin up like, Whats good?
You know I got it, whats good?
My peoples bout it, whats good?
Never stop, we never settle
Gotta push the pedal in that hood
I sit in the back of the room, legs crossed, melting wax
Another free drink so soon? All good, knock it back
Red lights, heart attack, just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening, now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
Coming out to dance with other drones who couldnt give a damn
But when the night calls, redcurrant lipstick with the lights off
Look at all the bottles lined up, wondering who they could pop for
Golden ember to the black floor, burning monks to feel the timbre
Part of the action, retweet, now youre the attraction
Sit around and watch them, watch their faces and reactions
Then blur the lines until the sun is back on your horizon
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
Inhale, potent marijuana running shit like the mayor
Rap game Peter Parker web swinging through the air
My minds in the clouds and I aint got a beer
See I aint got a care kill them now and reap the benefits
Coldest nigga out and I aint sold no fucking disc
Henny bottle-eater, three grams in the fuckin spliff
Call it what you want, Im a zombie, bitch, Im off this shit
Yo, Prada never gonna pile up if you cant follow this game, nigga
My team smoking that green
If you aint seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And Ill give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towel
But meanwhile, Effortless, so she thought it was a freestyle
Everybody wanna floss like a G now
What about me? Never had a bitch nigga doubt me
Zombie gang all yall niggas pace is shit
On some basic shit its no wonder that you sound the same
So forever am I living staying out of prison
Mommy told me different but these hoes dont hear it
Forever am I living staying out of prison
Mommy told me different but these hoes dont hear it
I heard lifes a bitch so I spit and stimulate her clit
Hitting licks Henny shots hitting licks on the ave
Hitting licks who is this? that be Meech
Zombie walking casualty beat the beat till its actually fragments
Coke off her areola and no not a can of soda
Tearing flesh pussy pink look like Cams Range Rover
No High school diploma but baby Im a street soulja
School of the hard knocks every class I leap over
Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov
Shoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cut
Like my women heightened and not even trying
And if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon dive in
Ha, mic check check me, skin darker than Wesley
Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley
Mind yo fuckin business, why you think the whip is tinted?
The darkest nigga in it sparking up to infinite
Renegade, nigga, lets get it straight from the gate
Ima tell you what it is, Ima tell you what it aint
See you aint gotta question
Or better yet second guess anything that I might say
You see not a single syllable is out of place
I rock a venue, people barely know my name
What Im tryna tell you is I aint gotta tell you a fuckin thing
Ima show so you know, niggas either do or they dont
And bein number two is what I wont be
Im silencin lambs and sheep, dont sleep
Cause my characteristics are that of a cannibal
Call this shit Hannibal Lecter
My timings impeccable, sharp like a razorblade
And you look dissectible, Ive been on my mind for days
Cause homie weve been in the grind for years
Southern eagle nigga, fuck em all mane, we dont fly in fear
I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill King
Niggas stay shot, shit stay locked, I stay strapped, fuck you mean?
Bout my green, I need bread, Im like Fuck the rest
When I need bread, Im like Fuck the rest
I be up all night tryna chase the check
Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back
M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me
Check these lames and pimp this game, lets put it in my pocket
And they will never know bout all the nights that we prayed
All the meetings we took, and all the records we played
I tried to tell em Im the shit, but they told us, no way
With no cuts, theyre like a barber, theyre about to catch fade
My number one rule is that I gotta get paid
Ive been thinkin this way since I was in the 6th grade
No English, I aint talk, but boy could add
In the school of hard knocks Im a fuckin grad
In these Pumas Ima run shit, high so Im above shit
Lame ass niggas I dont fuck with
A Bathing Ape trucker, Im a fly mothafucka
My team lookin at me like every time its supper
Cause they know Im gon feed em, Rocky been a boss
I aint worried bout the price cause I can clearly pay the cost
Im the sharpest guy around and Ima always cut my loss
Then come back for the win, Ima make it, then I spin
Real West Side nigga, 4.2 bitch
They might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist
Your bitch put me high up on a nigga to-do list
You can do that, fuck nigga do this
And yeah Im from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin
Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin
Might hit em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrant
You be on gay shit
Hand in the bowl when your hand really cold
Work the light in the day shift
I dont really give a fuck as long as I get paid shift
New Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shit
I go crazy on this beat right now
I really gotta go and spit heat right now
Dont matter what the fuck its Prada
Well fitting suits eating on clam chowder
Knock it out the park like Erik Estrada
Remember I was shoppin at Family Dollar
Got your main bitch Facebookin, beggin for a swallow
Pop this pill then I pop my collar
Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars
Instagram, gon post for some follows
Ive been in and out my zone if you really wanna know
I got Hen and got Patron if youre really tryna go
Oh, you dont know Bamz? Im what the music game need
Like Rich when he just came home
And then gave the keys to a cherry 3 Series
Oh, you dont know Bamz? Fucker, that AK go chopped
7:30 my time, Im on psychiatric watch
Oh, you dont know Bamz? Show and prove for what?
I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fucked
Oh, you dont know Bamz? Now youre dead, pussy boy catch up
Pool junkie rack up, nigga, act up
Trunk with the MAC, truck bulletproofed up
Oh, you dont know Bamz? Double parked on murder lane
187 my address, Boulevard of Pain
Oh, you dont know Bamz? My cellphone backed up
My clientele meet once, no voice mail, just call me up, uh
646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke
Hit me up when you want more drugs
646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke
Hit me up when you want more drugs
As I sit back and roll up this black demeanor
Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Bimmer
Shit, I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Ninas
Instead, I was that nigga puffin reefer, fucking lolitas
With the baddest features
Dog em then its onto the next like I do my sneakers
That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings
Caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my way
But now Im older and wiser, cruising through summer days
With a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavender
Purple cannabis rapture, head high like a Jersey in the rafters
You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we major
Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters
Come back home and invest in something then ball out later
In five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter
Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world
But until that day gets here Im thinking about these joints, twerk
Lord have mercy
Im so motherfucking fresh to death, better call my hearse
My hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitchll vert
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat cant even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
Lay flat like I lack no wheels for real
A nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for real
Move crack for real, no rap shit
But I rap rap shit, my rap shit for real
So you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggas
Gotta listen to these raps for real
Cuz, I dont give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuz
Cause I draw blood for real
Tryna hang in my city, tryna see a bitch titty, no pity
Nigga, youll get hit for real
These maggot ass hoes aint hit on shit
Theyll set you up for the loot shit, man
Thinking thats your bitch, better have your shit
Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane
Niggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee Gifford
Better be strapped like Clifford
Its the big, black nigga gripper of the big black pistol
I suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, mister
At the worst youll see a hearse
But at the best he just will pistol whip ya
Get to see you child and live
Lord have mercy, please forgive em, gone
Young Del God is handsome, your girl, shes on ransom
She dont wanna come back, cause you dont make her cum
On the beats I do go dumb and I do her till she numb
And I make her soaking wet when she grab that water gun
Now fuck that brag rap, man, Im Batman, Im Bruce Wayne
Im kickin it, Im Liu Kang, Im killing these niggas, theyre too lame
Unorthodox, they too tame, Im right hand but play left
Ill chop a trend down til there aint no more plain left
Now pay respect to them gods, niggas
Not talkin church, Im talkin rides niggas
On boulevards when we ride, hovercrafts cause we fly
Q Gang til I die, pyramid on my eye
Button up on my chest, right now chain on top, no tie
While Im choppin up this Thai food
Young Del God make god moves
Young Del God say fuck fate, if I lose then I choose to
This that chateau rap, that shit that niggas aint used to
Might salad fork while I choose to while Im fine dining on YouTube, bruh
Im a king, I said that Im a king
Go to Onyx with a Onyx on, Nefertiti on my ring
Im back in this bitch bashing, these rappers be swagger jacking
Clap em not, they dont even matter, one two, this lung been splattered
And I heat a pistol on something, I keep a fifth on the belt
Pulling out the needles with the liable, make sure it aint sitting on the shelf
Cause I aint light on the body, fuck waiting in your lobby
Hannah Montana finally did grew up, Ive been waiting on Miley
Im gangbanging til I break my fingers
Til all my family members speak the slanguage
I aint even drop no album yet
Off mixtapes, thats how Ive been maintaining
If you offended, nigga, sorry, in backs there is bodies
Have your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and another
Bury you in front of everybody
If I aint been who you are, I dont fuck with you
If I fuck with you, then Im stuck with you
Im stuck with you, Ill shoot it out
Do some years and a couple months with you, woo
Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MC
Biblically I am Timothy, visually I am Tripoli
Full of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty
Politically Im Barack smoking pot, sipping Hennessy
Thats my only vice, old school noisy pipes
I aint tryna be the richest, Im cool with an M like Obie Trice
Rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night
That shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twice
But this the main event, cant tell me that I aint a prince
A one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and went
But this that fly talk, smoke it, youll get high off
The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk
Or the stop sign, or the shots flying
From a Glock 9, now the block crying, I dont freestyle, I jot mine
Call me Mr. 1-800, all I got is hotlines
These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline
Biatch
Thugger! Yall got me drunk as hell, uh
Now I been red since I was little like Robin Hood
They been hatin on me, cutting my cable cords
They gon hate on her when she come in Michael Kors
Meanwhile, your bitch in the Lac, grippin this wood
I want you
She went to grabbin for my jewels, I told her
Buy yourself a squad, and you can roll it, roll it
She know she cant have it, that shit love my woadie
She want to buy him a chinchilla
She see Im servin foreign country boys from the village
Always, I gotta stand her
No, she dont want nobody else to eat but her
She be like fuck them bitches, stack the digits
Compliment this Fendi fit, condiment or sentimental
She ride three deep with molly in the middle
Put Micky Thompsons all on my Jeep
Aint got no handprint on my golds, they all on the seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe ring, featured by E
Bitches know its time out
This bitch be fucking me so good, I be like, Time out!
They want to fuck me til I tell em all to time out
And how she stroke it, I cant coach it, Im like, Time out!
Im not no snitch, but I be tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em
Tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em
Im so tired of tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em
Tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, now Ima show em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant gar, she tall like Zilla, I want you
Baby, dont you run from me, you know I want you
She down with Slime, she got a tattoo of an anaconda
Thugger getting high in London
Bitches walking round naked, no pajamas
Lil homie ranned off with lots of lumber
For that, Im gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mama
Then pop a bean together
She want to feel just like I feel, we growin wings together
Everything perfect about her, cant get my thing together
I turn her up and we shit out earthlings together
Just do it like Mykko Montana, my father say I got stamina
Im cooking the Hannah Montana-na, I bury these hoes like sandals them
I kill every one of my features, I spend all my money on divas
My pockets on yellow pages, just like a beeper
They found Max B prints in my way
Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days
No roof, snow boots, and that Persian Mercedes
Perving the 80s, you aint never surf with the Bradys
Ric Flair, a heavyweight champion
Got Trish Stratus with them panties on singing daddys home
Bust it, in these Space Jams, Im a Monstar
Do-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm war
So rumble, young man, rumble
Young killa when he came out the jungle
Young dealer in the rains with the bundles
Gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble
Eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil
Chop chop till he drop, fuck what you thought
I never leave my life with a lawyer
Eyes wide with my head on the swivel
Choose a side or get left in the middle
I just treat with the sand on the beach
When the desert eagles meet, then Im finna beat
Rest them in their sleep, you can lose em to the beef
Move or we shooting in the jeep
Homicide coming through the sneaks
Your hands aint moving with your cheek
Bag em up and move em up the creek
On my test, got a story to em
Like all my raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it and right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh, my nigga you know where it hit fours
Still fuck with me at day one hundred, cause I dont play, I gets off
Piss off, bitch, you aint lit, you just a nigga saying shit
Rappers burn out faster than cancer sticks
Mobb Deep is that truth, liar, Prodigy is that fuel fire
Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire
Im on point like the state building
I stay sharper than razor blades
Think you doing the most, I give you the most
Slashes to the face, hoes like he so angry, uh
Trust me bitch, you gon thank me
Cause when it pop and the smoke gone
We gon walk outta here safely
Fuck with me, I got you, real nigga, no costume
This modern art that I spit, its not no bullshit, and colossal
So pour it up, pour it up, thats how we ball out
Cause when I bomb on these niggas its worse than nuclear fall out
Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, please
That bank vault cant talk but the numbers read
And the tellers makin statements, breakin all the codes
This aint a mothafuckin date, we takin all the hoes
Shop til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgue
Lookin like a fashion fossil, Im Gianni reborn
Four, I was voted most likely to trap
Its survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adapt
Waste a lot of champagne but I dont waste a drop of time
Public with my gang relations, throwin up the proper signs
Sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcised
Chevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentine
All my homies certified, hottest nigga outchea
Looked like Joan, we burned alive
Thought that I would ball til I fall, then I learned to fly
Spread my wings
They say success is contagious so I share my dreams
Bolo swingin from left to right
Im not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin my ethnic type
When I smile for the photo looking like Lobo
Me and my bloodshot eyes,I pass on the Bud Light Lime
Just pass me that brew of St. Ides
Got cash, I aint gotta think twice
Unconventional shit, pretentious hipsters that diss
Half-assed review on Fader, still get no love from Pitchfork
Nigel Rubirosa, que la cosa? Feet up on the sofa
Heat up on the holster, Worlds Fair! Yeah, you know us
11-36-8 be the zip code
Corona, Queens nigga, thats what I call home
Feet on the dash, mind on the ass
Racin the Sun just so I can get dome
Pimped the shorties Ive been with
My friends that had me evicted
Its been two years and Im slippin
Still got no pot to piss in
As far as everyone goes, they can suck and kneel on it
We have another song, gotta fuckin feel it
Got my eyes on the Harley and Im trying to peel it
Had my eyes on the bitch but she married Keaton
Got no job so Im hardly eatin
And you eatin then we fuckin beefin
I need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a fuckin feature
Man, they dont wanna see a nigga
Winning in a mothafucka, happier than a mothafucka
You know lightweight grinnin in a mothafucka
When youre a dead guy and you on that high
So the whole world spinnin in a mothafucka
And a couple young angels hide their halo
Cause theyre bout to start sinnin in a mothafucka
They dont wanna see a nigga on the upswing
In a black tux with cufflinks
When youre the reason that every single girl in the party
Wanna dance and cuff drinks
When youre the reason that shit gets ran
And mothafuckas wheezin to keep up with the plan
And the other niggas show up at your function
Actin all anti-social, no, a nigga fan
Run up on your mama puttin money in her hand
And you do that shit again and again and again
Pull up in the 8, goin home with a 10
And you really cant defend or depend on your friends
Ex girlfriend wanna key up the Benz
When the Sun comes up, nigga we up to win
Mothafuck you man, all you do is set trends
And you do that shit again and again and again
Ugh, ugh, got those motherfucking custom Roshes, feel me?
This big beard cover my face
Until my mother gets her first crib
My hands on some surf shit, my Spanish mami perfect
Fuck around and get your fathers shirt lift
Drop a thousand on some sake and some urchin
Swing the Dodge Viper lefty like Im Randy Johnson
Hand me the Thompson, Ill spill your clams on the carpet
Then eat some snails with some garlic, paint the town with a harlot
Cream FILAs and Carhartt, three-wheelin out the car lot
Put the snorkel on the Wrangler cause Im silly
I chip a little piece of brick into the Philly
My daughters neck is chilly, my sons neck is chilly
My mother wrist so cut look like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth, aint afraid to hold heat
Control the Jeep, thats for the slow creep
Ya fuckin pussy smells like old meat
Its me
Heema the highest human, flyest cummin in my unit
I ?, the shorties swoonin, and they want to get to spoonin
Never wished i was taller, himanshu aint no midget
Never wished i was a baller, if I want it, then I get it
I built a fucking blueprint, like who the fuck you kidding?
Im ridin around and Im gettin it, if its mine, Im spending
You lames and you fall, Im like 2 Chainz when I ball
Got Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wall
Hussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said thats fancy
Unless his name is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans be
My shoes got dials, they aint got laces
If you got beef, I show up with many faces
Been to many places where we leaving many casings
Running round, man, but we never catch no cases
Give a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babes
Top off, toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée
Theres no way I can care about much
You probably do the most and its never enough
King Midas, I can make gold with a touch
Change my location to awesome, you should address me as such
Swear this game, you have to know it like the back of your hand
Destined to be like Superman for as long as you can
Wondering whats the purpose without living a life so grand
The worst hand is having the world without a master plan
I feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this Earth
Despite sleepless nights and long flights
And I dont like discussions unless it concerns a price
If you make it out of spite, you still make it so its alright
I spit magic, so cold and lavish
Bad broads perform sexual acts in traffic
So smooth, the saxophone and jazz is
Its horrendous what you lack and focus on what you have in the G
More than average, Im nothing to test
If its to me, you step and contest, then bring your best
Give it your all, now women beg me to call
And unless we overseas, we dont shop in the mall
Consider this move so private Ive become urban myth
My aim is so swift, with this I cant miss
Top notch, number one on everybodys list
I promise to kill them all til everybodys missed
I never sell drugs, I took em, I dont write rhymes, I cook em
Im from the Old New York
Where you got your chain snatched and your kicks tooken
I put my city up like Im bench pressin
Scorin high off the fresh pressses, brutal, last in 10 seconds
Jolly good, body good, I met a stripper named Hollywood
In Hollywood, glass slipper and she gave me the sloppy goooood
So you should tip her if you execute, young leisure suit
Larry with no extra loot, my ex left me destitute
So chances are I dont remember you if I slept with you
You want karats, Im turnin rappers to vegetables
City of God, Im askin what would the devil do?
Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky
Super villain, Im killin, kick in the door
Watch me spillin em, fuckin winnin
Straight killin haters, they catchin them feelings
See me grillin, me drillin, me like we chillin
But really see Im fulfillin their fantasies
Like Im fuckin my frienemies
Yo whats up, see me on motherfucker tryna get buck
Where in the world did he get that from?
When the bass drop down and he kick that drum 
So whats up? Where in the world did he get that from?
Where in the world did he get that from?
When the bass drop down and he kick that drum
Yeah Ive been known to really fuck it up
No damn, no shit, not zip zap zup
Speedin on the highway, Bronco truck
When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come
Yeah Ive been known to really fuck it up
No damn no shit zip zap zup
Speedin on the highway, Bronco truck
When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come
A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right here
Need motivation for the ass to gon twerk? Well I got it right here
If you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right here
Yeah, motherfucker, I got it right here, I got it right here
A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right here
Need motivation for the ass to gon twerk? Well I got it right here
If you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right here
Yeah muthafucka, I-- muthafucka I got it right here
I said most of these niggas gon hate, me and my niggas get paid
One nigga swing then we all gon swing, we all gon catch that case
Couple blunts to the face, got a nigga straight
Rappin on beats got a young nigga made
What can I say? My closet got Bape
I dont do delays, I want it today
Noisy pack in my wrap, Hennessy in my cup
Ginger ale if I chase, but I really dont do that much
I really dont have no time, you aint tryin to get no funds
Doin this shit til I die, Im rollin and smokin on drugs
Rollin up, chokin up on the kush smoke
Whip sick, big wheels, Big Willie shit
Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick
I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled
Still pimpin, ridin round town gettin low
With my bright skin shawty, call her light show
She like Reese Im tryna light that
Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack
Its big faces on faces bruh, big faces on faces bruh
Dead men in my pockets got me goin up
Its goin face down if a nigga flex us
Yeah, in God we trust, but bands is a must
We gotta get that, spend that, get that
Re-up, recoup, repeat that
Say deuce 9 in that ending, been winning since the beginning
Did a couple shows, need a couple more
That price right but we skippin
But to our niggas, we gettin it with that work I turn into a chemist
Walter White, send a cake to my niggas locked up in prison
Free my nigga Chris, and free my uncle Marky
Now tell them they fucked up
When they told em they could start me
Cause I aint lettin up, theyre talkin bout the best
They better mention us, yeah they better mention us
Apartment off Rocky, rottweiler just to watch it
Maybachs for the profit, get a Lexus for my mama
Hail Marys for our fathers, press the pedal to get farther
In that new thing, no tags, nigga, fuck the dollar
All about it so dont fuckin bother
My loose change got me Bruce Wayne, and a 3 page spread
I was sleepin on the flow, just a couple months later
Now Im purchasing the flow, East Coast
King, god, pharoah
Feared the sensei, gold for bone marrow, save
My name is running coyote
Im on peyote with the queen, running on waves
I will make water out of Hennessy
Target my ankh, I was born a public enemy
Reign insurmountable
A woman will make me climax but she wont be ending me
This is not a dream, marchin, in all black
A Black Clan king, respect the illustrator
Dont you dare ever try the Elohim, fuck flexin
I say my name when I name drop, son
Whos the god in this pantheon?
Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan
Get up kid, put your head to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
Were the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send em all to Hell, kill this shit
Spit it like braille, gotta feel this shit
Gotta check up, haters still sick
Yellin kill em all and Im on ball like Im Billups, bitch
Runnin our heart, sit up bitch
Hard to go to sleep, all we know is work
Catch no Zs, chilled on purp
And ya bitch came second but my bills on first
East Side nigga, still my turf
Pierce like Matic, hoes still at it
Swing like a batter and my crew goin at it
Best believe that that shit gon hurt
Toot up the French horn, the fog machine is sandstorm
Aint go to camp
Cordless toward the performer thats keepin your amps warm
Fore the fans swarm all but the limousine
Swear to God thats in between
Indigo indie dream, you intervene, yeah, thats a Spit 16
Hearts inside of my tip jar, like a bleedin heart beneath wood floor
And if every lion is purrin then Ima be certain I let my engine roar
Im swingin swords and swingin chains
Singin pure and bangin strange
This Alexander Spit and Im off the wall like Vans, Im changin lanes
Driftin around whatever it is this game became
Like gorillas and orangutans, go bananas and bangarang
They say Im prayin to that cross for all of that 15 minute fame
But Ima get in your ears and the gods here
So baby just open your bra zip and just let them titties out
And let em bounce like this was Paul Revere
Im 7.0in on Pitchfork, Im 10-0in on this court
This Alexander Spit with a pistol, dro is full of his disorders, I got this
Better have my check, I need that first
Before I move, before I step
See I been burned it dont take long
And learn quick, it aint no twice
I gave my time, I gave my life
So I wont bet what all I spent
Im trying to be good, Ill take your bitch
And I aint even playin, just ask my clique
You know my steez, trying to get real A-Town
Got that or either got sumpn to give away
Big feet on the bottom of a Chevrolet
Everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay
Need to ride with the weight scale
Propped up in the seat trying to get that
My broad on da eastside ho nigga
Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back
Im a champ, I support it, flipping through the hundred
Cool Club with it, running to the money
Im in shape, Im in shape stacking cake
Duncan Hines go get Faith thats my last tape
Im on 10, Im on fire, Im on point, Im on smash
Rolly on my dash, breaking down in my Cad
Im Atlanta, ScottyATL ho 1 space thats a Y not an IE
Slipped in aint even check ID, game need me Ima rap IV
Year before 83, I be the kid who found ET
Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dope
Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some game
Just to get up in her brain and now she out makin me change
Im full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley Snipes
Young Roxanne, baby, sell that body to the night
Im trife as fuck, light the blunt, get high enough to die for once
Throw the pad at Christ, they askin God how do I write this stuff
The Lord never liked me much, but Im sayin, Oh well
Blazin up with the devil, watchin old Hell in the Cell
Matches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattress
Polygraphs break, you say I aint the illest nigga rappin
The fucking captain of this multi million dollar faction
Commander and chief, my sons is Son of Sam with the beef
We get loot, always ran from police
You bitch niggas lose your head if you speak
I ash the doobie off the cruise ship
And flew hash, cheffin out of Ruth Chris
Two bitches tellin me they do sniff
What do you know? So much wax in this blunt Im smokin
Youd thinkin Im fuckin Madame Tussauds
You think Im fuckin mad, Im too so
Im out of it, bitch, oh, nah, fuck that
Bring them fuckin trumpets back
Light a dub sack for my niggas who slung crack
On a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase it
Fucker Im the greatest, carve a statue of my face, bitch