Money, Power, Respect VI Seconds

[Intro]
I ain't really got much to say this time around
New York
Yo

[Bars]
Came in the game
Fresh women saying that I'm adorable
Now I'm sonnin' y'all like my pull out game horrible
I'm casually wearing shit that was once unaffordable
I hear your trash, I'm surprised your verse is still recordable
Riding my wave, you gon' end up a castaway
Been stone cold, who tryna wrestle a rattlesnake?
The human F5 who’s signing the bell
I'm throwing all of mankind off the top of a cell
Now let me show you how Brooklyn do it
Shatter your car windshield when I put you through it
You ain't a killer, but don't push you? Well I pushed you; do it
Money talks, so when I'm speaking it, I'm doing it fluent
I'm saying, I've been a player since the days of the Saiyans
Used to be killing behind the scenes like Damian Wayne
Got tired of patiently waiting, now I'm placin' your face in the pavement
I'm saying what I wanna, get up and take it, you layin'
Six feet - no you laying at VI's feet
You could be six feet getting stomped out by six feet
Fool who wanna with the unabomber
Rugar Palmer
Leaving you disarmed
Nathan moving through his armor
Aim and shooting through your momma
Crudest Armor
Let me loose I'll chew the poodle on you
Loser getting tuned, go meet your doom, locked into a sauna
With jackets and 12 sweaters on
Your life's short as leprechauns
Bottom line: Respect the Don!
See, I'm planning out my killings
And they know that it's coming, so they acting skittish
'cause they know that they finished
All they see is me coming
Like my dorsal fin is showing where I'm swimmin'
It ain't news that I'm shooting when I'm palming it
And flipping shit like my girl tryna win an argument
That's what happens when you buy things from PR
I'm saying what I want, nigga, miss me with the PR
Throw the bread and I'll grapple y'all feet
And piss y'all off like pineapples on pizza
I'm spitting crack by the kilo, mean
Covered in more gold than CeeLo Green
Showing all of your jewelry, watch as we up and take those
And flash it for the camera like Soulja with the Draco
They say juice ain't good in the hood, naw, naw
Juice ain't good in the hood
Arm off the shoulder like "don't touch me, nigga!"
The money fight, every punch make me clutch these figures
I get pettier than meek mill Bumping Shether
But I'm chilling, eyes red while I puff this reefer
Otherwise I'm out here doing damage with the work
Who Hulkin'? I'm known to Bruce Banner out my shirt
Big green touching big green, running through your wall
You gon' lock me outta where?
Bitch I'm punching through the wall
I'm irking y'all nerves, they sayin' it's so rude of him
Black ball whom, my nigga, I got two of 'em
Suck 'em both, you hear a bam like Bigelow
Coming from the deuce like a European gigalo
I don't stay fly? How you figure, ho?
One look at the fit have you singing like Figaro
Your man's clique ain't nothing but scared
'Cause my whole circle nuts, Ferrero Rocher
See my stock rising, niggas fiendin' for shares
But I'm gluttonous, I don't know the meaning of share
I'm ice grilling, sit across your seat and you stare
You makin' no moves like Stoop Kid when he sit on the stairs
While I'm passing ass whoopings they don't think that it's fair
'Cause I'm boxing while these bitches tryin' to pull out my hair
It's in my nature, boy, to get figures with flare
With drums rolling, you would swear I put a stick to a snare
Walk out with a fur coat, you leave me locked with a bear
I'm a murderer, I deserve to be shocked in a chair
I'll clone my own army with a lock of my hair
And take the country, the empire state is my lair
You gon' test me?
I know it all, nigga, who cares?
I see you dancin' round my throne like musical chairs
I'm the truth, deny it, none you niggas would dare
You take a loss so bad you be in need of a flare
Yeah, yeah
This suits me, my vision was tailored
The alpha male, never will I enter the betas
Yeah, watch them words and who you rapping them to
'Cause shit happens, and you the one it's happening to
See these rounds ain't applause, but they clapping for you
Poetry club, I'm snapping and you snapping in two
I'm saying, being a goat is what I casually do
Paper touching is the only thing I actually do
If I was you, seeing this, I'd be mad at me, too
I make my point, then they point, all laughing at you
Reborn, hopped up out the pit of Lazarus, woo
Open palms, smacking ya man, in a casket with you
The day that I catch a body I'll get tattered with you
After you're tied to a car getting dragged by your shoes
For 8 miles thinking 'bout what B rabbit would do
You a real nigga? That's funny, 'cause I'm the last of 'em, foo'
Staying strapped with the tool like utility belts
My rap probably ain't his favorites of the sins that he's felt
It's all good, though, 'cause that ain't really making a difference
Don't want it? I suggest you get to keeping your distance
Like I do with most friends, I ain't making a scene
I just ain't feedin' niggas that'll make a plate and then leave
'Cause disloyalty is one thing I hate that I've seen
Especially since when I catch it, they be kissing my feet
You seeing right where I'm headed and you suck on my dick
I wouldn't let your thirsty ass sip a cup of my spit
It's Money, Power, Respect, and you lacking in all three
I'm stacking from all angles, the credits are all me
I plan 'cause I've foreseen it, now I will run it all
I got Money, Power, Respect, and none to give to none of y'all
Raised eatin' where the savages live
Holding the game for ransom right back at the crib
It's Brooklyn