[Intro]
Oh, one time, for the originals
[Verse 1]
Well if you don't know me now, then get a late pass
You full of silicone, then you's a fake ass
I don't freestyle, gotta make 'em pay cash
Come short with the money make the AK blast
UHHH, like Master P
I'm first in line, you after me
I'm back like a nigga with some money to spend
Might be the last time this happens again
I count all the way to nine and make you say ten
When I spit the wicket rhyme on my face, no grin
Fuck you if you hate thе way I spit the voodoo
I know you like it 'cause I rеad ya mind like a psychic
Bitch ass niggas don't deserve to breathe
They bit the apple, like Adam and Eve
Snakes in the garden of Eden, still I'm bobbing and weaving
In the fast lane, speeding, eyes are still bleeding
The Bible caught fire when I was reading
Do you believe in God, and yeah, I'm believing
Speaking from experience and I'm speaking in tongues
Like I was a wicket deacon
[Verse 2]
Though I walk through the valley of death
Where I'm standing I should fear no man with the cannon in hand
Never sweating as we head into Armageddon
The fallen angel fell from heaven around seven o' clock
Still push the cocaine on the block
Bitches still selling pussy now they calling it WAP
Sitting down in a crackspot, earning my knot
It's 2021 burning loud in a drop
I started off on the bottom now she's giving me top
I like to watch the water bubble when it's put in a pot
In a tiny little baggy look like a Ziploc
Then the hand-to-hand transaction gets you a rock
If you tell them where you got it if you stopped by a cop
Then the next time I see you, then yo ass getting shot
Oh, one time, for the originals
[Verse 1]
Well if you don't know me now, then get a late pass
You full of silicone, then you's a fake ass
I don't freestyle, gotta make 'em pay cash
Come short with the money make the AK blast
UHHH, like Master P
I'm first in line, you after me
I'm back like a nigga with some money to spend
Might be the last time this happens again
I count all the way to nine and make you say ten
When I spit the wicket rhyme on my face, no grin
Fuck you if you hate thе way I spit the voodoo
I know you like it 'cause I rеad ya mind like a psychic
Bitch ass niggas don't deserve to breathe
They bit the apple, like Adam and Eve
Snakes in the garden of Eden, still I'm bobbing and weaving
In the fast lane, speeding, eyes are still bleeding
The Bible caught fire when I was reading
Do you believe in God, and yeah, I'm believing
Speaking from experience and I'm speaking in tongues
Like I was a wicket deacon
[Verse 2]
Though I walk through the valley of death
Where I'm standing I should fear no man with the cannon in hand
Never sweating as we head into Armageddon
The fallen angel fell from heaven around seven o' clock
Still push the cocaine on the block
Bitches still selling pussy now they calling it WAP
Sitting down in a crackspot, earning my knot
It's 2021 burning loud in a drop
I started off on the bottom now she's giving me top
I like to watch the water bubble when it's put in a pot
In a tiny little baggy look like a Ziploc
Then the hand-to-hand transaction gets you a rock
If you tell them where you got it if you stopped by a cop
Then the next time I see you, then yo ass getting shot
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