King Pen

M-M-M-Money

Ugh

Yea

Ayo Tune lemme talk my shit

Let's get into it

Lo

You couldn't fathom the lifestyle

I shine when the lights out

Got these rappers

Putting they mics down

Ugh

You can't go bar for bar wit a giant

Or go scar for scar wit a lion

Or go car for car wit a **** from the tar

U see the jewels

Ain't gotta ask if it's real

L'Chaim

Dog, you know my pedigree

I need the celery the extra cheese

Hold up Tune

Let the record breathe

The top collapse like lungs

When I pull up give my exhale

Cause I'm still getting money

And dress well

Yea I'm the big horse

Paid about 30 blues for these feets

So should i crip walk while i slick talk

I'm from the wild hundreds

Every real **** from the town love it

10 grams hit the ground runnin

Kingpin dreams and federal nightmares

On the block posted like like share

Right there

Lo

They locked the door

I slid through the roof

Escaped from Alcatraz

You cuff the sugars

I break 'em loose

Ohhhhhh

You still tender

Ya bouquet get cut by the members

Slide Money Ave that's yo ass

You in a blender

Ohhhhhh

My blade got DNA on it

I'm guilty if ya bitch buns got mayonnaise on

Look

Dumbbells stuffed in the trunk

I'm pushing weight

I wore boxing gloves to court

I beat the case

Ms. Pac-Man Act 2

I'm on a chase

'Fore bringing smoke to the R

You rather vape

Mmm

It's that ghetto thuggin

They say I'm in my luggage

And they ain't buggin

I'm still hustlin

The net worth make her neck jerk

Til her neck hurt

When it come to gettin money

I'm a expert

The janitor with the keys and a mop

Subway series Citi Field

I'm pitching rock

Uptown or the BX my K flock

Brooklyn **** got rich off straight drop

What else

I'm from the wild hundreds

Every real **** from the town love it

10 grams hit the ground runnin

Kingpin dreams and federal nightmares

On the block posted like like share

Right there

Lo