Fubu (feat. Conway the Machine)

I am that nigga, it's obvious These niggas broke, on their pickpocket, watching us They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking Get sick to their stomach, now they try to plot on us They know this extendo we got on us Can't name a time when it's not on us Hope they try robbing us So they can go back and tell niggas About all these bullets they got from us I let that blocker on low I put that pot on the stove, yeah Now these CDs only product I sold Fans in Berlin going out of control, yeah I fuck a lot of new hoes Penthouse on top of the Lowes, Versace my robe What's in my pocket? A knot I can't fold Make sure my Gelato is rolled Uh, I am on a whole another level than you, uh My grandma used to say, "Boy, you got the devil in you" Fuck around, get some metal in you My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue For us, by us For us, by us For us, by us For us, by us (For you) By us (For you) By us (For you) By us I'm tired of hearing about what all these rappers'll do First of all, none of y'all can last in the booth I don't know what's faster, your wounds turning black or to blue The media, the slap of the shoe Step to a nigga just to step on a nigga Sounds easier to me than counting backwards from two Bring the hood peace, you expect it by the Benzes Shell catch an iron, you ain't pressured by forensics Half you niggas rhyming transgenic You say they gotta question how you meant it I transcend, forever monumented Not even Netflix could document it My son got autism from injection by syringes These nerds ain't warriors, we heard the same story and You niggas blowing whistles at Hurricane Dorian Blowing missiles back to the word of vainglorious You sissy Nigga, this is for us, by us Why you put yours up? I put up my cup Survivors of systems meant to divide us You only can afford what you could buy five of You a fool in a war with the faint of hearts I'll let the two encores take your brain apart I'm at the Louvre on the floor by the hanging art I'm putting numbers on the board like a game of darts Product of every single blood freckled Timberland Buy up every building in the projects To contemporary art deco every tenement My consigliere is marked echo every sentiment Cop a hundred rides, park 'em all in one garage Money on my mind like Rocky thunder thighs Everybody, everybody friends like they from Milan 'Til they in a hole in a line like the number nine Long hours of perfecting this, 9-7 shit Spitting seeds left of shells of pistachios On the keys of the Casios, it's the evidence Bearing my soul, DiCaprio from The Revenant Phantom looking haunted like a hayride Camera on the trunk like the one from my prayers Amethyst a gun, cummerbund child, they lied Clamp a chick in front, one of one I say I And you know how I do Put the beef behind me To put your soul behind you like De La Twin white Maybachs Steering wheel wood when I'm floating through the hood like sailors Couldn't be cut like me if you had ten tailors Put the wifey in a black bent Bentayga Judge can't exonerate, violate Got a mansion by the lake, got a maid, Consuela I was fly even when I was a damn lie I was flying standby 'cause of how I expand mics Triple threat, bitch, I make the track and write The judge can't give me life, bitch, I am life You a algorithm You niggas everything the culture isn't I don't coach the visit I don't get into the social digits I just smoke distribute Microorganism live in my colloquialisms