Текст песни
I done came nose to nose with the devil
And didn't blink
Quicksand under the feet its getting deep
On my momma if leave earth label me a king
Remembered in the highest esteem
I got dreams like Ml
Feeding me the intel
Alls well that ends well
Young gave my kin hell
Some do the dirt witchu den tell
Moving with the stick fall and you impaled
They dont even know what all it entailed
To get in position
Where all the smoks inhaled
Worries by the waste side
Curvy and her face right
Inner city state side
Low watching cake rise
VA like Mike Vick
VA like AI
Money computer generated they think Im AI
Anybody talking bout running down on they lied
Blessings coming in in abundance
Making my faith rise
They think I bake pies
Dope in trap
With coke in a bag
As soon as youngin open his Yap
I'm Quick in Harlem Nights
Dice game go in the back
Light that ass on fire like I smoke in the sack
At the top looking down at the bottom of map
You want I got it dope is on tap
Like a ref on the mat
In the ring on a Smackdown episode
Me and mines never told
I get mine get chose
Find a dime get chose
In the limelight pose
For a flick
We get up quick
In the whip
Talking bout money ain't shit
Never been a dummy and a dummy ain't this this
Five six balling they how come he ain't miss
Nothing but net
I'm trouble double cupping the Svedk
Cut a nigga who ain't cutting the check
I'm up in the jet that's cloud nine
Loving the sex
Still a king without his crown
Show some fucking respect
I'm embedded in Armageddon
Setting the time and I'm headed wherever