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If I wasn't rappin', I'd be somewhere kickin' doors
Got the yoppa to yo' head, tell yo' bitch get on the flo'
Masked up, hoodie on, finna leave yo' body cold
Heard you got a couple pounds of that sugar for yo' nose
Ain't it crazy how I make a rap sound so believable
I was lyin' in those bars, I just thought that you should know
Anyways, I've been thinkin' of some new ways to get paid
Should I pull up to a bank and blow a nigga through the safe?
Put a hole in his chest the size of a birthday cake
Repentin' for all my sins and praying for better days
I got a couple bad habits, I gotta change all my ways
You wanna get to the top, you gotta cut off the fakes
And never fuck with a bitch that's not ready to be your main
Where niggas fuck up the most, they put babies in anything
He forgot that we was kings, leading cities with our name
I'm the emperor, can't simp for her, I gotta play the game
Nigga
I'm the emperor, can't simp for her, I gotta play the game
What the fuck are you talking about, nigga?
Fuck off my track, bitch
Everybody get down
Give me all your money
Empty out your pockets
Give me all your money
Get down
Where's the money
Give me the money
Where's the money
Everybody give me everything
Where's the money