Letras
Uh, read over that paperwork, boy don't let 'em use you
We just tryna keep this shit runnin' like Metamucil
Love is rich, talk is cheap and the devil's frugal
I'm a mix between old Jigga and Fela Kuti, yeah
How you hatin' on me and you never knew me?
Matter fact, you stole my style, I need restitution
Uh, niggas can't see me but they all my pupils
Bad bitch get dolled up, you know her vibe is voodoo
Got some dread-headed shooters who look just like Mutulu
Outchea rhymin' like I lost my noodle, I'm just movin'
Yeah, married to money but never tied down
My hustle go from corner to corner like wide smiles
Claim you've seen it all, you gon' die with your eyes wide
No sob stories unless they come with Mekhi vibes
Uh, glory hallelujah
Blowin' purple, gettin' bread, hollerin' out communion
Code name for murder, Wendy Williams, gotta do 'em
Thinkin' shit is sweet, we pop up on you, how you doin'?
Damn, I'm the illest, better than who you thought that was hot
Everybody want the smoke 'til the coffins get dropped
Everybody wan' be king, you look awkward, just stop
They on they high horse, that mean they lose they voice at the top, uh
Everything the young nigga write is Medellín
Your arms too short to box with the Elohim
Done seen the whole story before but play the scene
I'm a baller, dropped the books, told mama I made the team
Young fly nigga, c'est la vie, ain't I flee?
You can have her boy, she ain't my piece
By the bag, you zip a nigga like the A-I-threes
How you do it? I just fill a pool with A-Rod squeeze
All that gossip in your convo, yeah, I'm done with that nigga shit
Youngin' from the dirty, only right that I'm filthy rich
Flow stupid, niggas sellin' trash but this is it
I'm goin' big dummy, yeah, I'm cummin', Elizabeth
Call out any rapper, any name, I'm assassinatin'
All my niggas used to movin' weight, no procrastinatin'
Think it's funny when these other rappers be rapper chasin'
Funny how I fathered niggas' styles in this bastard nation