[Intro:]
Oh my god, Ronny!
[Chorus:]
Word on the street, they say he sold more bricks than Home Depot
He got on ice, I heard he froze more shit than Sub-Zero
He keep a choppa, chop the city up, he chop it all like keto
They say he bring smoke to the city, *cough* *cough* ain't no chemo
I'm up in NYC fuckin' white bitches, I know Martin proud of me
He dream-
I have a dream
D-d-dream for this, he ducked them beams for this, livin' in luxury
I stand on business, havin' model bitches, they in love wit' me
They doubtеd me, they say they proud of mе, can't get in touch wit' me
[Verse:]
Yo' bitch can't get a dub from me
Can't pop out at no club wit' me
Can't depend on no love for me
She plan on bein' stuck wit' me
G-go out, make these juugs for me
A blooded knight like Suge wit' me
Like Haiti, she get shook for me
Them killas in yo' bush for me
They can't connect how I got bars like this, just know it make the Wi-Fi better
Paint 'em like a tie-dye, you hear (fah, fah), momma mail that letter
Make time for what I like, it ain't 'bout paper, it don't fit my schedule
Made yo'self a plate, you gon' get ate soon as you touch my city
Oh my god, Ronny!
[Chorus:]
Word on the street, they say he sold more bricks than Home Depot
He got on ice, I heard he froze more shit than Sub-Zero
He keep a choppa, chop the city up, he chop it all like keto
They say he bring smoke to the city, *cough* *cough* ain't no chemo
I'm up in NYC fuckin' white bitches, I know Martin proud of me
He dream-
I have a dream
D-d-dream for this, he ducked them beams for this, livin' in luxury
I stand on business, havin' model bitches, they in love wit' me
They doubtеd me, they say they proud of mе, can't get in touch wit' me
[Verse:]
Yo' bitch can't get a dub from me
Can't pop out at no club wit' me
Can't depend on no love for me
She plan on bein' stuck wit' me
G-go out, make these juugs for me
A blooded knight like Suge wit' me
Like Haiti, she get shook for me
Them killas in yo' bush for me
They can't connect how I got bars like this, just know it make the Wi-Fi better
Paint 'em like a tie-dye, you hear (fah, fah), momma mail that letter
Make time for what I like, it ain't 'bout paper, it don't fit my schedule
Made yo'self a plate, you gon' get ate soon as you touch my city
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