Cypher

DJ CLUE

Desert storm

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up!!

Vegas Jones

Roc Nation

The new generation

Let's go!

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight, yeah

Boy, and the feeling is nice

Keep it a stack and if it's fact, then that's my main attraction

I'm talkin' racks, man, fuck her back, she think I lack compassion

Maybe a fact, but um

Too many chances, I done took, ****, never said that I looked up

Y'all got me fucked up, seen they jaw drop, like a bitch when I bust nuts

I'm goin' Ye crazy, how would you feel, ****? I'm closer to Jay-Z, nobody made me

I was clockin' on the daily, now I'm the **** who pay me, yeah

Fuck a piece of ice, bitch, this a avalanche

I'm all about them O's, that mean my exes never had a chance (Nah)

Ain't blew up out the blue but if you knew just like I knew, I kept it true, they say I pop like I'm fresh out the can

Look, y'all **** sweeter than sodas, soft as a sofa, play like controllers

I never needed a holster, we the new Cosa Nostra, told you it's far from over (Uh huh, yeah)

'Cause they done killed my dog Keanu Reeves, so fuck the peace, I'm tryna see who next to bleed, it's in the streets (Shhh)

Man, keep the receipt, the damages been paid

It's laid, hoe, I made more waves then pomade

Flips like John Blaze, discussin' methods with the clan

All state, Inshallah, the money's in good hands, huh

Four rings like Lebron tatted on my dashboard

Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh

What I rap for to push a fuckin' Rav-4?

Nah, that's a double R, fastest to crash course

She givin' me brain on knowledge is power super

And fuck the logos, I'm rockin' canes with the Pumas

Hop off the porch, when I come back, you know we in them Porsches

911, feds watchin', but we don't do the pork, bitch, huh

Who you lovin'? What you want to be clutchin'?

Anything, you need it, I got you, my ****, it's nothin'

Anything I've done for you was out the heart of a lion

Sippin' Lobos, I'm a giant, Lawrence Taylor back online, I'm still defiant

It's your boy Memphis Bleek right here

Huey V, let's go

Look, you hear that boom, we outside like it's Summer Jam

I signed a deal and went right back to the kitchen 'cause rap was dead

Emory hit me for this tape like, "My ****, you're Lazarus" (DAMN)

'Cause they can stand inside your Pumas, but still can't outstep the kid

If I'm featured on your song, just know they skip past your shit

Biggest of dawgs, I jumped the bar and the gates

I bit a few neighbors, shit on tracks, and ate ya lunch off a plate

Fifty years later, I pop up, got **** scared to be gangstas

I'm Mr. Arm leg and leg, arm, head, hammer in hand

Arm and hammer in my Pyrex, do alchemy like magic

Dirty Glock but it shoot like brand new, do what I wanna, you do what you can, **** (CLUEMANATTI)

My name ringin', chain swingin', ex stalkin'

More workin', less talkin', checks callin' (Yeah)

Not checkers, chess, darlin', left y'all in

2012, I'ma give 'em plenty hell

Plenty shells for the opposition

I ain't have a pot to piss in, but somehow I'm shittin' (HAA)

On everybody, scared of who? It ain't no competition (What?)

Not to mention, got extensions, holdin' Scottie Pippens

Try to rob, I'll pop your mental

Sawed off took his face, identified his dental

And for the record, my only lethal weapon a pencil

Or a pen, you won't see me in the pen, I'm gone

Free in the wind, I beat the beat to the end or I let it breathe

I gotta go if it ain't about cheddar cheese

We take it to the street but not sesames (HA)

El General with a letter G

I don't rep brands, they reppin' me

I'm ridin' dirty dirt but my record clean

Fentanyl flow, I'ma kill 'em off slow

I'm the realest also, what you really call G.O.A.T. (Ayo)

They can't copy my lines, I got too many barcodes

It's way too easy, F 'EM like Baby, Weezy

It's BEENDOPE FROM THE 90's

Yeah, this shit gross

Really hate the game y'all playin'

You **** jokes, I don't weigh in like Damon

Just mind my business, you know business needs patience

Won't let you test mine, plenty times had to stretch dimes

Stretch pennies, distorted by the harder way, shit done led me to murder

I make magic from harder days, turn the pen to a burner

Burn that shit up, burn it down, and tell me what do you see

Phoenix risen from the paper, baby, lookin' at me

Yeah, that was me in the trenches, plus A.C. in the trenches

We put OG on the lenses

Shout out beamers and Benzes Risky but feed the expenses

Need to get deep in the trenches, just to get free from the trenches

OG told me, "Set your goals or they gon' run your life" (Facts)

Mixtape Pumas on my soul, I'ma run for life (Facts)

It's Nipsey, the marathon show what your hussle like

It's Ripleys, believe what you like, I'm still the one, goodnight