Memory drops and blood shed
Sour dough, nuff bread
In position of power them chumps dead
Backstabbers and cowards get trunk beds
And violent when unfed, P-L's'll get a challengers bump head
Meant it, didn't mean it, shouldn't have said it
Insults are remembered, we all looking to set it
Don't play with me, you'll regret it
Cause I target the man before the edit
Leave you like hard tops, beheaded
I keep cream, the pistol's my street team
Triples on my sweet beam
Crystals in my lap, I'm a beach dream
The skyscrapers of South Jamaica to foreign paper
I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres
I knock 7 b**hes down in Vegas
Knock 7 pictures down, I'm famous
I gotta work
Congratulate me with a lot of purp
I'm straight as a collar shirt, money to the collar bone, it gotta hurt
Million-dollar condo windows, my view spotless
New watches; can't see over my shoe boxes
I hold a big grudge, can't maintain no cool conscience
Smooth offense, high middle the news conference
New sponsors hoes trickin from how I dick em
Ten orgasm's more they gon powder six ones
She ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system
On cloud nine I smoke like a politician
Southside yelling at every rhyme I'm spitting
Popeyes and long sides from rides driven
Lil homie been smoking, he 11 now
Product of the same neighborhood, hope that don't let him down
Dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loco
Lloyd lost in time, hear my 1994 flow, came with the yellow
Gardener with the Rose Gold
Him with the platinum crush ice
If your nose colds, train em with the raps
Dirty boxer with the low blows
Famous from my tats
Keep straps for you and so so
Flat line, I put a MC to rest
Chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F
They gave me something that's mine and feel like I need to rest
Middle of summers my shine and bricks of reefer stress
I got 'em hoppin' out of character
My gun caliber, will lift a babbler
Bars as hot as Africa
Karma's a trafficker, challengers a root statistic
Pardon my picnic, tooley on, MR fix it
My ups and downs got me looking at these b**hes different (f** 'em)
Staring at my dad in these pictures twisted
I ain't ya normal, I'm on my sh** terrific
I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket
Big baller call you
I hope it's on you Lord knows a n***a push me
I set ‘em on wheels, all you get is midget p**y
Cookies with you pop snatched I pop back
Radio hijack get it all before I die rap
My contacts help you dragging my soundtrack
Border built for combat 2010 and beyond that