f**ing condom style, get ya jig on
You a clown a** n***a, put a wig on
n***a i be goin ham till the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a fridge on
Body Ca**, put him in a body bag
Broke n**ga, we should put you in a body cast
Real n***a, all i know is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin n***as spot, that's you probably mad
My story, All guts glory
Posted on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin like none of ya'll n***as can't harm me
I came from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all these j**els on they ain'y never taking that
It's rules to the game, I ain't never breakin that
And once you give a statement, n***a you can never take it back
You lame, part of the game, n***a pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya frame
Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change
I'm talkin bike life, bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you n***as or, slide on you n***as
In the G550, when we glide on you n***as
Like Clyde on you n***as, homicide on you n***as
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you n***as
So why you s**as hatin and talkin bout what im makin
When i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these n***as is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my cake up
Black Maserati, Chinchillas from papi
All k**er beside me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and brocoli
rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipes got me
All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can n***as play me
If you aint talkin money n***a, f** you pay me
Drop down with top down and th A/C on, Drawn
f** is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little n***a i'm a Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little n***a do the math
And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that
100 grand p**y n***a, you ain't got the tabs for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you ain't got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack
Bye clown calm down, fo you make me bomb now
f**ing all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You n***as need to die down, Philly n***a, my town
I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got D'bo'd
Them twitter n***as f**in wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow
Naw that won't work n***a, that'll get you murked n***a
All black ghost n***a, lookin like a hearse n***a
Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth n***a
Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt n***a
What you mad this year, what you worth n***a
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made church n***a
I did I'm a Boss, young and set the summer off
Now these old n***as mad at me cause they fallin off
Get ya hate on Ca**, and we ain't talkin larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs
And ya dog caught a body for ya, damn he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my n***as comin at you dog, they gon keep comin
We ain't no Forrest Gump n***a, better keep runnin
Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck n***a you lit up
Cause you lookin like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some sh** up
Boom high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up
Woah