[Verse 1:]
Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat
And yo bitch ain't shit my lil homie hit that
He let his patna slip that brung it through the set
Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that she riff raff
Bring that bitch back
I'm pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up
Dust her off he missing that he f*cking up
Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck
Ain't nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from
These opium raps blue magic in the drums
Vacuum lung kush dracula
You'll live forever f*cking with us
Impressions ever lasting
Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at
I don't give a f*ck loud weed loud laughing
Ya'll making excuses and I make it happen
Ya'll acting and I'm actually in action
[Hook:]
There's something 'bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
[Verse 2:]
Spitta get up on them beats sky high
Killing niggas like a drive by
Controlled flow no wild fire
If it's meant for ya I deliver like a sniper
Fire right between yo eyes no liar
Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider
Cruisin my city I ain't go in the club for five minutes
I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic
Chopped it with my compadres conspirin
On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens
Jets ain't just the pilot
Anybody repping my set
Trained and certified in the flyness
There's more to this then yo clothes lil bro
Even tho I look cool in these threads
I make moves with a level head
Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout
[Hook: x2]
There's something bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
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[Verse 1:]
Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat
And yo bitch ain't shit my lil homie hit that
He let his patna slip that brung it through the set
Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that she riff raff
Bring that bitch back
I'm pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up
Dust her off he missing that he f*cking up
Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck
Ain't nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from
These opium raps blue magic in the drums
Vacuum lung kush dracula
You'll live forever f*cking with us
Impressions ever lasting
Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at
I don't give a f*ck loud weed loud laughing
Ya'll making excuses and I make it happen
Ya'll acting and I'm actually in action
[Hook:]
There's something 'bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
[Verse 2:]
Spitta get up on them beats sky high
Killing niggas like a drive by
Controlled flow no wild fire
If it's meant for ya I deliver like a sniper
Fire right between yo eyes no liar
Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider
Cruisin my city I ain't go in the club for five minutes
I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic
Chopped it with my compadres conspirin
On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens
Jets ain't just the pilot
Anybody repping my set
Trained and certified in the flyness
There's more to this then yo clothes lil bro
Even tho I look cool in these threads
I make moves with a level head
Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout
[Hook: x2]
There's something bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat
And yo bitch ain't shit my lil homie hit that
He let his patna slip that brung it through the set
Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that she riff raff
Bring that bitch back
I'm pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up
Dust her off he missing that he f*cking up
Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck
Ain't nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from
These opium raps blue magic in the drums
Vacuum lung kush dracula
You'll live forever f*cking with us
Impressions ever lasting
Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at
I don't give a f*ck loud weed loud laughing
Ya'll making excuses and I make it happen
Ya'll acting and I'm actually in action
[Hook:]
There's something 'bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
[Verse 2:]
Spitta get up on them beats sky high
Killing niggas like a drive by
Controlled flow no wild fire
If it's meant for ya I deliver like a sniper
Fire right between yo eyes no liar
Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider
Cruisin my city I ain't go in the club for five minutes
I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic
Chopped it with my compadres conspirin
On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens
Jets ain't just the pilot
Anybody repping my set
Trained and certified in the flyness
There's more to this then yo clothes lil bro
Even tho I look cool in these threads
I make moves with a level head
Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout
[Hook: x2]
There's something bout a nigga like me
New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
Bad bitches stayin true to em
Niggas tryin to do em
But they can't do nothin to em
Cause he like stainless steel
Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
I don't know why but he just so fly
Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
Writer: Shante Franklin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC