Yeah, I hear you
And I`m a make you shut the f**k up

They see me movin`
They want me to stop drop
Off the face of earth
But I`m a make it pop hot

These ni**az are not, not
Watch me take my spot got
Money got power and respect
Baby, I just hope times on my side

I`ve been tryin` all my life
Every block some ones dyin`
Always high here`s our life
Come inside

Energies my ammunition
Like AK shells
So think about that when you plan on dissin`
Go straight to hell

Bred to be ballin` since a baby kickin`
I had the smell
Brand new money ladies sniffin`
They take a L

I take a s**t on rappers horse worth
Can`t die, must conquer the world first
Like a monster to media
On my beautiful girls search

High and low I am no thing u tamper with
Made the plan you should cancel it
Make examples I trample s**t

Drop you here, I am cancerous
Answer this, who can handle this?
Scandalous, I dismantle these ants
And piss on a trucer

You think I seen the future
How I wam crip recruper
Fire hand
Wam became a brand new man, big producer

Gift from heaven
Livin` legend and I come from queens
Robbin` leggin` 3-5-7 in my f**kin` jeans

Sufferin` and f**ked up schemes
Twin Bentleys
Matchin` Beamers on a couple beams
Try my sentence in

They see me movin`
They want me to stop drop
Off the face of earth
But I`m a make it pop hot

These ni**as are not, not
Watch me take my spot got
Money got power and respect
Baby, I just hope times on my side

I`ve been tryin` all my life
Every block some ones dyin`
Always high here`s our life
Come inside

Murdered half of ya`ll on my mix tapes
Come rap up in my wrath
Now, I`m laughin` look at ya rib cage
Ya ass been in a slump

Come blastin` I lend ya bitch face
Success is what they want
Tongue lashin`ll get ya s**t sprayed
Have it how you want Blood bath

I`m as sharp as switchblade
You`ll be smilin` for life
Love flashin` I got the s**t made

Forget where I`m at now
I passed `em around the 6th grade
Passion for my profession
Outlast anyone you could name

Hood fame got me ridin` in wood grain
Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn
They know I`m cooked Cain
Took aim rappin` would bang

I could change
But this sport ain`t a good game
I`m strappin`, sir
Back seat in the passenger
Semi-auto massacre

Shoppin` while I laugh at ya
Rappers feed my appetite
Metaphors will tackle ya
These ni**az ain`t half as nice

Playboy in my afterlife
Real ni**a with cash and ice
Drop the bread pass the dice
Hope I crack twice

They see me movin`
They want me to stop drop
Off the face of earth
But I`m a make it pop hot

These ni**az are not, not
Watch me take my spot got
Money got power and respect
Baby, I just hope times on my side

I`ve been tryin` all my life
Every block some ones dyin`
Always high here`s our life
Come inside