I'm on that 4 train looking for more pain
The flow is codeine mixed with the cocaine
The shit is o-d, why you mix whole thang
I get shit moving like a jabowakee, revving up the Kawasaki
You can't filet salami if it ain't okay with papi
Gave yall room to breathe but you know these hittas sloppy
F*ck around and make the bull turn to kamikaze
I need the houses with the pools like I'm Dibiase
Uh uh uh
I'm busting them down breaking the rules I'm a just do it my way
I'm in the kitchen cheffing it whipping it Now I'm going to give them a taste, okay
I wouldn't get in my way I'ma just do it my way
Hittas is running with drums and them bandz itching to ruin my day
J J J J J J J
I came up putting pennies in a jar
My homies kept them semi's in the car
Trust, you don't want to be enemies with Omar
Homie will leave you right where you are
I done swooped through the hoods that they said I couldn't pass through
They keep trying to tell me what the f*ck I can't do
I'm a keep gripping on my mother f*cking handle
They'd rather see me in the can, that's can food
They're trying to turn me into potted meat
It happens when you part of the streets
Pardon me, I'll part the seas before dearly departing me