Lyrics
It's the incredible, Mr. Incredible
Where we at?
It's the Jackson
Uh-uh, uh, what else?
I'm from the block where niggas get spilled (grrt)
Barely got time, can never sit still (I ain't got the time)
I mean, I'm kinda like a big deal
These diamonds in my kit real (you know that)
The whip I drive come with the fish gills (skrrt)
I mean, I'm kinda like a big deal
For Blocks, niggas'll get drilled (grrt)
Youngin'll spiderweb your windshield
I mean, I'm kinda like a big deal (ay)
Been slidin' with this ten mill' (bah)
I keep a rocket like I'm Ishmael (gang)
Murder for hire, welcome to Hitsville
Signed to the streets, lifetime contract (yeah)
Lifetime probation with no police contact
Still broke every law under the sun under the wiretap
If bein' broke is a joke, then y'all niggas wisecracks (haha)
Sell anything that you can name just for financial gain
Wasn't too good at sellin' weed, went hand in hand with 'caine
Graduated to letter H chasin' a letterhead
While all my youngins in the hood just tryna catch a shred
On that open road, more adventurous than Bill and Ted
So many tools in the spizzy, we coulda built a shed
Did everything outta my heart, not for no extra cred'
And in return, niggas snitchin', you shoulda killed 'em dead
Whoever thought that I was slow must've been special ed'
Lucky we let 'em breathe, just caught two set of kis
All that runnin' off and finesse gon' get you letter T'd
Caught up in the blender, but, oh, what a tangled web we weave
Pull up, big raptor, bag full of Ritz crackers
Niggas tryna steal my image, but don't got the it factor
Not an A-list rapper, but when it come to that A1, I'm the mix master
Niggas want my spot, don't got the it factor
Foreign whip crasher, I'm the Black ghetto Mick Jagger
Brick smasher, niggas want my shine, don't got the it factor
Designer drip mismatcher
Equipped with 30 shots, extended clip packer, since a lil' nigga, I had the it factor