Rappin' for the hell of it Hella rich never have to sell a brick again Must I tell a bitch again The bullshit I'm addressing check I'm on some ne...
Rappin' for the hell of it Hella rich never have to sell a brick again Must I tell a bitch again The bullshit I'm addressing check I'm on some next level shit Never been fucked in the game I'm celibate Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with One foot out and foot in intelligent as fellas get Listen let's settle this, be clear I could fall back seven years And still ain't no one ahead of me Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me Five star general O.G. veteran Caked like Edimen blowing that celery Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury Every single thing I ever did was done heavily Rap until your seventy still ain't catching me Put it on my pops, big Phil and Beverly Be standing on the top still after they bury me Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant Ain't got long hot songs best cherish it Whoever drop mine that's over phenito You paying for your foul like a free throw (bow) Now how could a nigga think that he could see me Other than the magazine covers or the t.v. You know I sold more mixtapes than your CD You're waiting on your big break praying you can beat me You ain't made it far as D-C on the low I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me Broads hit they knees eyes closed when they greet me Mouth wide open just begging me to skeet skeet You in a deep sleep stop dreaming I'm six albums in for 10 years I been firin' hot semen The limelight's mine I'm gleaming beaming That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't about that really, is he Nigga I'm illy Hey I run this city clearly Tell 'em get lost I'm busy really Nigga I'm illy Where niggas get off piss off Me and mine ah to take time to pop a lid off Shit all over the way bouncing me is y'all Seeing you fucking mind you figuring I would fizz off Never cooled off tip scorching Minimal injury though they missing me maximum misfortune Number one hands down flow paints portraits Everybody think you stink like horse shit House full of chicks on some girl next door shit A king of one self 30 mill out the store quick Of course this case lost all my endorsements Tripled up on real estate still buying more shit Tip bankrupt according to your sources I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements Tore shit up from the ladder to the rooftops Officially the hottest nigga rapping since Tupac Before you rap bout me best ask bout me I'm out my fucking mind need counseling Please don't doubt me trust me drama ain't nothing It's all fun and games till somebody start busting Remember my discussion when rappers be battling I find out about it better get to skedaddling Pack your family's bags move 'em out to Seattle an' You ever crawl back you'll need ambulance and bandages Live life glamorous so extravagant Mandarin oriental worldwide traveling Hip hop champion for real though You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga But still though Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't about that really, is he Nigga I'm illy Jus' remember I do this shit when I want to nigga Its me nigga I run this city clearly Tell 'em get lost I'm busy really Nigga I'm illy Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't about that really, is he Nigga I'm illy I don't wanna hear shit bout I cant rap like this one Hen I ain't good as that one Fuck you partna! I run this city clearly Tell 'em get lost I'm busy really Nigga I'm illy Yeah its the king bitch!
writers: CHARLES SPENCER, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS
copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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