Ft. Prodigy & Rick Gonzales Audio
(Verse)
Money fetish, chasin' paper till I'm senile
In the kitchen, cookin', I ain't talkin' Lil B style
Livin' by the law, muthafucka P now
3700 if you eva want a freestyle
Like Pac, livin' way up on the rim
Know a couple billionaires, I ain't impressed with the ?
Time is money, shout out to my nigga Temper
That slim paper lookin' thin, take it to the gym
Double cut, gettin' moneyd up, feel it to the brim
Double stuff, take a couple puffs, pass it to my friends
Double up, make a couple bucks, add a couple trims
Fuck with us, nothin' to discuss, get one on the chin
Knuckle up, ain't afraid to bust, I been known to sin
And can preach, I ain't talkin' prayers, I ain't talkin' hymns
Got the cloud nigga, when I'm out, I be goin' in
(I be goin' in, here we go again)
Hot tracks to type that realm east
This is nightmare rap, so welcome to Elm Street
BJ at the Hell Mount, so hail to the chief
Nigga, all hail to the chief
(Verse 2)
Salute a papi with groupies that hop a loogie
Like pocket reporters watchin' a movie, my pops is tookie
Now the clipper applaud by the beedest pepper with snubs
Into worst ingested the drum that could rest the matter with love
We above all that fake shit, so change up
Niggas thinkin' they fly, but I'm best to sever em broads
I'm designed to squash every noodle, I feed you poodles
To full grinders with candles lit, lemme speak my voo-doo
This grind more, if you didn't know, with official flows
Pistol shows, keep a bitch between my dick and the mistletoe
(Verse 3)
Happy holidays, baby, a box of gravy
Your father's hatin', it's probably cuz yo momma was chasy
I'm a nigga from ? where they frame the picture
Where they train to get you with flame to twist up yo grain of fictures
Be with young'ns that be with hunters to be confronted
A pack of wolves that we eat yo stomach to reach the summit
I'm blunted, to catch a fire means survival
Every verse is a Bible, my bombs display on arrival
I'm robbin' time to despise you
You think you're someone? You and yo girls is buggin' me
Brooklyns like Nina Donald
[...]
(Verse)
Money fetish, chasin' paper till I'm senile
In the kitchen, cookin', I ain't talkin' Lil B style
Livin' by the law, muthafucka P now
3700 if you eva want a freestyle
Like Pac, livin' way up on the rim
Know a couple billionaires, I ain't impressed with the ?
Time is money, shout out to my nigga Temper
That slim paper lookin' thin, take it to the gym
Double cut, gettin' moneyd up, feel it to the brim
Double stuff, take a couple puffs, pass it to my friends
Double up, make a couple bucks, add a couple trims
Fuck with us, nothin' to discuss, get one on the chin
Knuckle up, ain't afraid to bust, I been known to sin
And can preach, I ain't talkin' prayers, I ain't talkin' hymns
Got the cloud nigga, when I'm out, I be goin' in
(I be goin' in, here we go again)
Hot tracks to type that realm east
This is nightmare rap, so welcome to Elm Street
BJ at the Hell Mount, so hail to the chief
Nigga, all hail to the chief
(Verse 2)
Salute a papi with groupies that hop a loogie
Like pocket reporters watchin' a movie, my pops is tookie
Now the clipper applaud by the beedest pepper with snubs
Into worst ingested the drum that could rest the matter with love
We above all that fake shit, so change up
Niggas thinkin' they fly, but I'm best to sever em broads
I'm designed to squash every noodle, I feed you poodles
To full grinders with candles lit, lemme speak my voo-doo
This grind more, if you didn't know, with official flows
Pistol shows, keep a bitch between my dick and the mistletoe
(Verse 3)
Happy holidays, baby, a box of gravy
Your father's hatin', it's probably cuz yo momma was chasy
I'm a nigga from ? where they frame the picture
Where they train to get you with flame to twist up yo grain of fictures
Be with young'ns that be with hunters to be confronted
A pack of wolves that we eat yo stomach to reach the summit
I'm blunted, to catch a fire means survival
Every verse is a Bible, my bombs display on arrival
I'm robbin' time to despise you
You think you're someone? You and yo girls is buggin' me
Brooklyns like Nina Donald
[...]
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