Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang) I'm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased Money make the world spin Have your mother singing hymms Particles of your brains up on your tims Kiss you before I twist you Headed for disaster faster Bustin off these rounds like You ain't rockin' that crown right Only meals could heal my scars
Niggaz want to rhyme like shine like me Niggaz want to bust their guns like me Niggaz want to grind like crime like me Niggaz want to mash like me, dash like me
Allegations got me pacin' Grand jury wouldn't understand my fury For fast cars and jewelry I could give a fuck if there's a heaven for a G Do a bullet and come home to the throne I don't rhyme, I just talk about this life that's mine I've seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes Niggaz is expiring like milk Different strokes for different folks Just give me, different coke in different boats All I see is crack addicts and automatics You rap niggaz is faggots I'm in coupes with gucci interiors Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
Sometimes I really wonder How many bitches can I fuck until I get out How many ki's can I cut, guns can I bust Wigs can I push, spots can I juck Every single one, 'cause I'm a fuckin' savage Til I'm cremated, most hated, self made All these young hustlers want to bubble like me