[Intro: Reuben Vincent & DJ Clue]
Feel like God in the booth
This nigga standing right behind me
Oh, the vibes is real
Inshallah
Uh-huh, yeah
You gotta roll with this, baby
Where that monogram at?
[Verse 1: Reuben Vincent & DJ Clue]
Fuck you nigga, I'm the next greatest
Toxic boy, I'm my ex favorite
They want Static, it can get Major (Oh)
Never ask for no favors, only did the work
You only did the worst, you're better off in a hearse, huh
Dead on arrival, tactic survival
Ask your idol, they fear me
I spin on them like a ballet recital
Tutus, Emmit Smith, man, my bebop cowboys serving re-rock
Me stock going up like Dow Jones, huh
Ninth got another thrеat
Guru got another gem
Heard thеm boys want amends
Really, I don't fuck with them (Uh-huh)
Tryna cop an Aston Martin
Color of Ashton Kutcher's skin
Sharp tongue, razor in my mouth
Pac above the rim
Three little birdies sang to me when I was down and out
And if you want to make the wave, I gotta drown 'em out
Fuck the number game, you niggas cannot count me out
Remember summers when we had a drought
Like Wayne, I'm going No Ceilings
From me, she get no feelings (Woo-hoo)
I'm no dentist, they show teeth when they know you winning, huh?
I ain't gon' stop till they show forgiveness, for real, for real
And I ain't Kalan but know my niggas for real, for real
Prophecy Seh soldier and the protector
Code of the jungle is built off respect
You niggas aim for the chest
Your mate getting checked
You know the king came to protect
It's Queen city, bitch, we aim at the rest
Feel like God in the booth
This nigga standing right behind me
Oh, the vibes is real
Inshallah
Uh-huh, yeah
You gotta roll with this, baby
Where that monogram at?
[Verse 1: Reuben Vincent & DJ Clue]
Fuck you nigga, I'm the next greatest
Toxic boy, I'm my ex favorite
They want Static, it can get Major (Oh)
Never ask for no favors, only did the work
You only did the worst, you're better off in a hearse, huh
Dead on arrival, tactic survival
Ask your idol, they fear me
I spin on them like a ballet recital
Tutus, Emmit Smith, man, my bebop cowboys serving re-rock
Me stock going up like Dow Jones, huh
Ninth got another thrеat
Guru got another gem
Heard thеm boys want amends
Really, I don't fuck with them (Uh-huh)
Tryna cop an Aston Martin
Color of Ashton Kutcher's skin
Sharp tongue, razor in my mouth
Pac above the rim
Three little birdies sang to me when I was down and out
And if you want to make the wave, I gotta drown 'em out
Fuck the number game, you niggas cannot count me out
Remember summers when we had a drought
Like Wayne, I'm going No Ceilings
From me, she get no feelings (Woo-hoo)
I'm no dentist, they show teeth when they know you winning, huh?
I ain't gon' stop till they show forgiveness, for real, for real
And I ain't Kalan but know my niggas for real, for real
Prophecy Seh soldier and the protector
Code of the jungle is built off respect
You niggas aim for the chest
Your mate getting checked
You know the king came to protect
It's Queen city, bitch, we aim at the rest
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