Jeff Hamilton (feat. Jim Jones)

OGP Slime Harlem Yo I'm at the label with tax out Like I don't give a fuck make sure am the next out I come from all the street cool dudes like the best out No need to say names if I could shout all the rest out Nah Too many real to be left out Fendi 3 buttons just the collar is Fd out Just copped the town house grill on the deck out Gave the community security when you checked out Y'all tryna compete I'm just tryna complete Tryna feed plenty there's too many trying to eat Pouring out henny everyday and night of the week So many die in the streets A nigga cry in his sleep Everything rose gold Call it the rose boat Fronting in the colony, colored in Rose Rose Yeah your boy need a hundred mill, D rose Gold Tell the waitress wait a minute, follow bring more rose Yeah I'm the man again Got them panicking They wearing shit of the maniqeen 3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton Laker level on whatever song we damaging Your boy going ham again Yeah I'm the man again Got them panicking They wearing shit of the maniqeen 3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton Laker level on whatever song we damaging Your boy going ham again Niggas is pressing me Franklin in snow fall i wouldn't give em the recipe Got it going thru customs like its no intercepting Me All these rappers my sons bout to have a vsept in me Shit Like i don't need no accepting me Only approval needed is a car out the registry Niggas money is funny can't pay they bills billing me Me and that blue cheese go together like salary Watchu telling me? Cos it's definely Sounding more like a cliche Since valor suits, Siniche Keep a bad Mami in mama suchi on me like I'm Enrique Broadway love me like Philippe Ball on em Nobody I call a friend if I can't call on em That paid in full money fall on em 8 full doors on em Pushing that ROC, that John wall on em Plus that good D can't score on em Vado Yeah I'm the man again Got them panicking They wearing shit of the maniqeen 3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton Laker level on whatever song we damaging Your boy going ham again Yeah I'm the man again Got them panicking They wearing shit of the maniqeen 3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton Laker level on whatever song we damaging Your boy going ham again They know my body I keep guns on my body by my lever Cold hearted niga in the winter I hardly shiver We don't do the locks cos the cards they get delivered Then we race em up to westside highway right by the river We, stay drippy hop out on them Jeff Hermes Killer did the all paid jet that was the grammys Niggas started looking like bitches, I call em trannies Used to pack guns all in my hall, right by the trenches Oh I parked massaraties up on Afs Sometimes I look at the sky I can see laddy in the Rafe They say Couples like gotti and the H And boy he never lacked, you know he got it on his waist line Still fuck bitches with my chains on Frozen water got me wet like a rainstorm Corner store for backwoods I left the range on Pop champagne until the pains gone Yeah I'm the man again Got them panicking They wearing shit of the maniqeen 3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton Laker level on whatever song we damaging Your boy going ham again Yeah I'm the man again Got them panicking They wearing shit of the maniqeen 3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton Laker level on whatever song we damaging Your boy going ham again End