[Intro]
The shit don't stop, reaching out to Rush Blade
King Bo, Rob Cash, Leader, Truez, Kay Slay, Johnny King in the building
Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Just a six figure nigga, hundred thousand here
Shoes are bare, off hand, got a thousand pill
Never scared, now I play, stay blind, never fail
To a headmaster, with stripes to the get
K King I gotta ride like a turtle pipe
Throwing down swinging like a battle with a third strike
Think third type, imma beast, you a termite
Live your own, imma let go by the third night
You heard right, I turn up, like my pole toos
Got the blood jumping more than snoop
Had them old schools, fucked your girl just to laugh about it
How you your face look, set her with the work
Like a video on Facebook, A straight crook
Pinky and the brain, my, I said I shine like a rollie
Yoo more like a Tommy, get the gauge before you brave with the heater
Don't go to war with full against the streetsweeper
[Verse 2]
Now I started off Queens ground
Mask around New York, all you godhead battles me now
I keep on cutting shooters on speed dial
Bad bitch is my plug for the mileage and the weed pounds
How you think that I'll be flossing hard
On the corner hand in hand like a crossing guard
You can't really compete, it's cause my words way better
I read and sell out quicker than Bucki Ali Mayweather
Look at the haters faces, on some mad shit
I never trust a nigga that i ain't never had a bad bitch
I've been through bars, revealing all my mental scars
Of they past they bring back stacks, like a rental clause
Fuck tryna to be friends with these industry nerds
Tryna get my dick sucking, fuck these industry birds
I'm still giving off that in these streets urge
Get lit and die trying, it's the industry purge
The shit don't stop, reaching out to Rush Blade
King Bo, Rob Cash, Leader, Truez, Kay Slay, Johnny King in the building
Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Just a six figure nigga, hundred thousand here
Shoes are bare, off hand, got a thousand pill
Never scared, now I play, stay blind, never fail
To a headmaster, with stripes to the get
K King I gotta ride like a turtle pipe
Throwing down swinging like a battle with a third strike
Think third type, imma beast, you a termite
Live your own, imma let go by the third night
You heard right, I turn up, like my pole toos
Got the blood jumping more than snoop
Had them old schools, fucked your girl just to laugh about it
How you your face look, set her with the work
Like a video on Facebook, A straight crook
Pinky and the brain, my, I said I shine like a rollie
Yoo more like a Tommy, get the gauge before you brave with the heater
Don't go to war with full against the streetsweeper
[Verse 2]
Now I started off Queens ground
Mask around New York, all you godhead battles me now
I keep on cutting shooters on speed dial
Bad bitch is my plug for the mileage and the weed pounds
How you think that I'll be flossing hard
On the corner hand in hand like a crossing guard
You can't really compete, it's cause my words way better
I read and sell out quicker than Bucki Ali Mayweather
Look at the haters faces, on some mad shit
I never trust a nigga that i ain't never had a bad bitch
I've been through bars, revealing all my mental scars
Of they past they bring back stacks, like a rental clause
Fuck tryna to be friends with these industry nerds
Tryna get my dick sucking, fuck these industry birds
I'm still giving off that in these streets urge
Get lit and die trying, it's the industry purge
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