Walked out the courtroom feeling like OJ
No face no case
Turn you to a cold case
You ain't got no pape
Talking about the old days
I hit the mega millions
Ima make sure my bros straight
Know its bout cake
Every time a nigga phone ring
Sending Jpays to my niggas doing all day
Open shop in ya complex
In the hallway
Knock knock
Who the f*ck is that
Check the cameras
Dexter ave nigga calling shots from Calabasas
Wrist look like the chandeliers in my mansion
Up late smoking blunts
Thinking bout expansion
I don't let Nana listen to my music
Can't stand next to me
I'm too exclusive
When it come to that white girl I'm abusive
Beating on these keys like my mothaf*ckin producer
Take a gram of molly
Drop it on a bitch tongue ring
If I ain't making plays
Know I live in the gun range
Since a lil kid knew I'd be the man one day
Now I'm richer than niggas that was grown when I was a baby
Big E move militant like the Navy
Used to have a hundred allies
Couldn't trace me
Sleep real good knowing niggas still hate me
I live by four words
F*ck you pay me
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Walked out the courtroom feeling like OJ
No face no case
Turn you to a cold case
You ain't got no pape
Talking about the old days
I hit the mega millions
Ima make sure my bros straight
Know its bout cake
Every time a nigga phone ring
Sending Jpays to my niggas doing all day
Open shop in ya complex
In the hallway
Knock knock
Who the f*ck is that
Check the cameras
Dexter ave nigga calling shots from Calabasas
Wrist look like the chandeliers in my mansion
Up late smoking blunts
Thinking bout expansion
I don't let Nana listen to my music
Can't stand next to me
I'm too exclusive
When it come to that white girl I'm abusive
Beating on these keys like my mothaf*ckin producer
Take a gram of molly
Drop it on a bitch tongue ring
If I ain't making plays
Know I live in the gun range
Since a lil kid knew I'd be the man one day
Now I'm richer than niggas that was grown when I was a baby
Big E move militant like the Navy
Used to have a hundred allies
Couldn't trace me
Sleep real good knowing niggas still hate me
I live by four words
F*ck you pay me
No face no case
Turn you to a cold case
You ain't got no pape
Talking about the old days
I hit the mega millions
Ima make sure my bros straight
Know its bout cake
Every time a nigga phone ring
Sending Jpays to my niggas doing all day
Open shop in ya complex
In the hallway
Knock knock
Who the f*ck is that
Check the cameras
Dexter ave nigga calling shots from Calabasas
Wrist look like the chandeliers in my mansion
Up late smoking blunts
Thinking bout expansion
I don't let Nana listen to my music
Can't stand next to me
I'm too exclusive
When it come to that white girl I'm abusive
Beating on these keys like my mothaf*ckin producer
Take a gram of molly
Drop it on a bitch tongue ring
If I ain't making plays
Know I live in the gun range
Since a lil kid knew I'd be the man one day
Now I'm richer than niggas that was grown when I was a baby
Big E move militant like the Navy
Used to have a hundred allies
Couldn't trace me
Sleep real good knowing niggas still hate me
I live by four words
F*ck you pay me
Writer: E Benford
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