You ready? I'm ready
Told em wait a little longer till I drop this shit
To be honest maan your bitch prolly cop this shit
All my haters kiss you later you can't stop this shit
Chubz got the champagne let me pop that shit
Niggaz wanna see my face an I don't know why
Wanna kick at my place an I don't know why
This a journey not a race so I don't do ties
I'm the shit and these bitches acting like they flies
I'm a black man but I'm on some nazi shit
Let me rephrase they got me on some nazi shit
I love my people but they always thinking so evil if you strong
Then they bring you down until your feeble
I know a girl that used to text me all the time she don't text anymore
She just listens to my rhymes take offense to That shit then she act like a bitch
But she know I be lit yeah she know I be lit
Record labels bout to listen to this
Cuz I'm feeling like a pastor when I preach up on this
I'm dipped in holy water save my soul
Jesus Christ bitches f*cking bitches an they do it for the hype
They regret all that shit when they finally have a child
Your daughter in the house mom
I heard about your style
Now she starts to cry cuz her friends heard it too
Scared to go to school cuz she's no longer cool
Pull up at your place then I'll walk up to your face
If I look you in the eyes I can tell if you a snake
Haven't been in touch with the boys for awhile got you thinking is he dead
But your nigga still alive
I'm stacking up the dough I'm just tryna take it slow
I'm feeling kinda old with the shit that I know
I stop texting all these hoes they be f*cking up my flow
I'm way up in the A (America) got a feeling bout this
Place the people I'm around got me feeling kinda safe
Way too much fakes in the place that I stayed an I'm on 29 (Paterson, new jersey)
Yeah them niggaz bout the cake help a brother up that's the shit that they say
But prolly Back at home niggaz look at you a way
Help a brother up an prolly back at home
Niggaz look at you a way
Yeah V.A.S till the death east side I will rep destiny on my chest can't you see
I'm the best huh? cant you I'm the Best somebody text my idol and tell him I'm next
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You ready? I'm ready
Told em wait a little longer till I drop this shit
To be honest maan your bitch prolly cop this shit
All my haters kiss you later you can't stop this shit
Chubz got the champagne let me pop that shit
Niggaz wanna see my face an I don't know why
Wanna kick at my place an I don't know why
This a journey not a race so I don't do ties
I'm the shit and these bitches acting like they flies
I'm a black man but I'm on some nazi shit
Let me rephrase they got me on some nazi shit
I love my people but they always thinking so evil if you strong
Then they bring you down until your feeble
I know a girl that used to text me all the time she don't text anymore
She just listens to my rhymes take offense to That shit then she act like a bitch
But she know I be lit yeah she know I be lit
Record labels bout to listen to this
Cuz I'm feeling like a pastor when I preach up on this
I'm dipped in holy water save my soul
Jesus Christ bitches f*cking bitches an they do it for the hype
They regret all that shit when they finally have a child
Your daughter in the house mom
I heard about your style
Now she starts to cry cuz her friends heard it too
Scared to go to school cuz she's no longer cool
Pull up at your place then I'll walk up to your face
If I look you in the eyes I can tell if you a snake
Haven't been in touch with the boys for awhile got you thinking is he dead
But your nigga still alive
I'm stacking up the dough I'm just tryna take it slow
I'm feeling kinda old with the shit that I know
I stop texting all these hoes they be f*cking up my flow
I'm way up in the A (America) got a feeling bout this
Place the people I'm around got me feeling kinda safe
Way too much fakes in the place that I stayed an I'm on 29 (Paterson, new jersey)
Yeah them niggaz bout the cake help a brother up that's the shit that they say
But prolly Back at home niggaz look at you a way
Help a brother up an prolly back at home
Niggaz look at you a way
Yeah V.A.S till the death east side I will rep destiny on my chest can't you see
I'm the best huh? cant you I'm the Best somebody text my idol and tell him I'm next
Told em wait a little longer till I drop this shit
To be honest maan your bitch prolly cop this shit
All my haters kiss you later you can't stop this shit
Chubz got the champagne let me pop that shit
Niggaz wanna see my face an I don't know why
Wanna kick at my place an I don't know why
This a journey not a race so I don't do ties
I'm the shit and these bitches acting like they flies
I'm a black man but I'm on some nazi shit
Let me rephrase they got me on some nazi shit
I love my people but they always thinking so evil if you strong
Then they bring you down until your feeble
I know a girl that used to text me all the time she don't text anymore
She just listens to my rhymes take offense to That shit then she act like a bitch
But she know I be lit yeah she know I be lit
Record labels bout to listen to this
Cuz I'm feeling like a pastor when I preach up on this
I'm dipped in holy water save my soul
Jesus Christ bitches f*cking bitches an they do it for the hype
They regret all that shit when they finally have a child
Your daughter in the house mom
I heard about your style
Now she starts to cry cuz her friends heard it too
Scared to go to school cuz she's no longer cool
Pull up at your place then I'll walk up to your face
If I look you in the eyes I can tell if you a snake
Haven't been in touch with the boys for awhile got you thinking is he dead
But your nigga still alive
I'm stacking up the dough I'm just tryna take it slow
I'm feeling kinda old with the shit that I know
I stop texting all these hoes they be f*cking up my flow
I'm way up in the A (America) got a feeling bout this
Place the people I'm around got me feeling kinda safe
Way too much fakes in the place that I stayed an I'm on 29 (Paterson, new jersey)
Yeah them niggaz bout the cake help a brother up that's the shit that they say
But prolly Back at home niggaz look at you a way
Help a brother up an prolly back at home
Niggaz look at you a way
Yeah V.A.S till the death east side I will rep destiny on my chest can't you see
I'm the best huh? cant you I'm the Best somebody text my idol and tell him I'm next
Writer: Calvin Whilby
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