[Verse 1]
Watch these niggas fall-in-line,
Must be torture to be daughters, for some sort of shine,
You so caught-up, crossin borders, that are fortified..
Haters spineless, while I'm rhymin like a porcupine
Too busy recordin, to sport it with these courtesans
Play the game with a jersey newer than my origin,
In Virginia, nigga, lookin' like a foreigner,
Silence, with these talons, bout to take my shit Florida..
Knack for cashes, Frazier's on they asses
Fans make you hot, but the haters can make your status,
Owe you bastards nothin, I'm fuckin with prophylactics
Like 18 up club, how my niggas be holdin ratchets,
[Hook]
Just when you thought you had enough..
Even when we on we ain't lettin up
Ughh, these haters so shit out of luck..
I'll bring the latest out, to show you, you ain't makin nun
Y'all niggas look like sittin ducks..
Beggin for forgiveness, we ain't lettin up
Drinkin henny out the winners cup..
Put the pressure on you niggas, we ain't lettin up
[Verse 2]
Straight up out the crpyt, no tookie nigga..
You'd think the terms derogratory how I spook these niggas
Paranoid.. Brought the tooly wit-ya
Drop the green on ya top, that's the mooly-in-ya,
I'm tryna shit on what you call life
Cause they won't give me a shot unless I'm on-sights
That hunger in my stomach, made for long nights..
Like an alcoholic, how I do a hard mike..
Pause, Enjoy the pleasure of the pain,
I swear the fear of losing is as pleasant as the gain
Cause it make me go a hunnid, instead of settling for change..
I'm tryna Cross-Countrys y'all can meddle with these lames...
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Pull up a seat, if you feel niggas weak..
I can drool-up on you poodles, in my sleep,
I'm thee-MC, ta never leave like Lumidee,
You sweeter than a suite in the Belize,
Bizarre mannerisms, see it in my creed
I preach, but will the past be overseen
Will they catch in the office, at my seat
From the Grass-Roots, that hadda move to fill a need..
Pac said death to everybody that's against him
Well that's a lotta muthafuckas who ain't listen..
Paid in full til RICO want ya dividends..
Gettin grands-rapid, nigga think of Michigan
[Hook]
Watch these niggas fall-in-line,
Must be torture to be daughters, for some sort of shine,
You so caught-up, crossin borders, that are fortified..
Haters spineless, while I'm rhymin like a porcupine
Too busy recordin, to sport it with these courtesans
Play the game with a jersey newer than my origin,
In Virginia, nigga, lookin' like a foreigner,
Silence, with these talons, bout to take my shit Florida..
Knack for cashes, Frazier's on they asses
Fans make you hot, but the haters can make your status,
Owe you bastards nothin, I'm fuckin with prophylactics
Like 18 up club, how my niggas be holdin ratchets,
[Hook]
Just when you thought you had enough..
Even when we on we ain't lettin up
Ughh, these haters so shit out of luck..
I'll bring the latest out, to show you, you ain't makin nun
Y'all niggas look like sittin ducks..
Beggin for forgiveness, we ain't lettin up
Drinkin henny out the winners cup..
Put the pressure on you niggas, we ain't lettin up
[Verse 2]
Straight up out the crpyt, no tookie nigga..
You'd think the terms derogratory how I spook these niggas
Paranoid.. Brought the tooly wit-ya
Drop the green on ya top, that's the mooly-in-ya,
I'm tryna shit on what you call life
Cause they won't give me a shot unless I'm on-sights
That hunger in my stomach, made for long nights..
Like an alcoholic, how I do a hard mike..
Pause, Enjoy the pleasure of the pain,
I swear the fear of losing is as pleasant as the gain
Cause it make me go a hunnid, instead of settling for change..
I'm tryna Cross-Countrys y'all can meddle with these lames...
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Pull up a seat, if you feel niggas weak..
I can drool-up on you poodles, in my sleep,
I'm thee-MC, ta never leave like Lumidee,
You sweeter than a suite in the Belize,
Bizarre mannerisms, see it in my creed
I preach, but will the past be overseen
Will they catch in the office, at my seat
From the Grass-Roots, that hadda move to fill a need..
Pac said death to everybody that's against him
Well that's a lotta muthafuckas who ain't listen..
Paid in full til RICO want ya dividends..
Gettin grands-rapid, nigga think of Michigan
[Hook]
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