(Yo Eskeez, kill the rhythm and burst it) Mo wo'le pelu fresh (fresh), fine boy looking really sharp (sharp) All the girls don wet bipe wonshi tap These niggas don't really know me, why dem dey cap? Na the shayo we dey buy dey make dem dey lap (lap) Rich young and wild and I get skuri (skuri) Came in with the gang and I wear hoodie (hoodie) Way back, mo man ge punk bi Muri Swag mi ti change l'oshe dabi pe o mo mi ri (mi ri) Spend money, blow money, jo falala All the girls in the club say dem wan falala The man back to the crib and dem want swalala Dem want take R&B go spoil my own Galala Mmm, come here, masun, ma falala All the boys wey dey for that corner, won'she arawa Kosi, di'ke di'ke but a'n di garawa K'ama ja, k'ama Jalingo de Taraba Mm, mama (mama, ooh) Bring that thing over to dada This is more than a standard This is hardcore, omo, nobody badder You can be my Queen Alexander Kini toh pon s'eyin issa banger Emi l'owo l'owo ti mo fe squander Yebariba, kileleyi? It's a banger Yepa (yepa), yeba (yeba) Kileleyi? (Kileleyi?), ile'ka (ile'ka) You dey chop better, you dey lem tight See ikebe, see thigh No, don't do me subudabadubu ('dubu) Mofe mafo sie l'ara biti Shakazulu (Shakazulu), mm K'ama ga, k'ama kuru (k'ama kuru) K'ama lalakibo, k'ama kasabubu ('bubu) Spend money, blow money, jo falala All the girls in the club say dem wan falala The man back to the crib and dem want swalala Dem want take R&B go spoil my own Galala Mmm, come here, masun, ma falala All the boys wey dey for that corner, won'she arawa Kosi, di'ke di'ke but a'n di garawa K'ama ja, k'ama Jalingo de Taraba Mm, mama (mama, ooh) Bring that thing over to dada This is more than a standard This is hardcore, omo, nobody badder You can be my Queen Alexander Kini toh pon s'eyin issa banger Emi l'owo l'owo ti mo fe squander Yebariba, kileleyi? It's a banger (Kpan-kpan, kpan-kpan) (Kpan-kpan, kpan-kpan)

You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game Nameless rappers trynna flex his chains But he gets none else than shame Low niggas better stay in their slow lane Don't say my name like candy mane Flexing like gucci mane But get finessed like Trini James Versace and Gucci, these niggas the same Never been a gangbanger They claim to be in a gang When they get caught it's blame game Now the pussies is in a gangbang You talking guns like Hitman But you the one getting hit man Quit the fake gang, before they lock yo lifespan You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game No opps can be on my side No thots can be on my line Thots be switching sides You on the opposite side like 69 Make your eyes go blind from my shine Rhymes hit you like a Tech Nine Rapid Fire like Tech N9ne Grabs yo knife, you won't be fine Check out for your spine I'll grab the mic, you won't be found Check out for your shine Turn this game into Columbine Burn these lame clowns to the ground It's fame or shame in this round Bitch niggas wanna wear Givenchy and Fendi But can't make fucking spaghetti Just another nigga trynna leave the ghetto Hoes ass niggas wanna talking all that shit But yo ass get pound on ghetto gaggers Stop acting like you Gotti When your pussy get exposed on snapchat Brag, jack and smack i never lack Black fat cat attacks the rats Grab the cash and run like flash BlacKyd give PTSD Bitch i'm the realest don dada I'm Montana with clips for bars No more skies, when i set the limits You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game

They called my designer fake I can't blame them They're the same Who gets Louis for 40$ Back then I got finessed He flexed that lil 200$ But I flip it for more This hoe from New York I knew he was a dork Turning on me for a corny whore (Bitch ass nigga Fuck you) But how can I worry If the gym got me gorgeous I can get braggadocio Cuz I'm happy and healthy Only missing habibi Balenci' got me looking both ways Cuz with this drip I can't keep balance (WOAH) My bread is always full Green Lettuce, Tomatoes And red onion on top Meat and blue cheese below Deadbeats will rent on the net But how can I worry When they're beneath me The teeth on my Givenchy Aren't shows Used to put hoes on chokehold Lemme see if I wasn't lucky I'll be the type to buy a city And get them to disown you I'll be playing monopoly With MTL real soon Soon to be a superstar Doing big move And I just started I'd be mad too If a nigga was Doing more than me Making more than me Living better than me I'll be wealthy When my homies turn greedy When my enemies will sue me But I'm Blac KYD the MVP Always been an NWA I can't go down so Easily (EAZY E) Like I said How can I worry When they only wanna fit it While I'm happy and winning I'm a reminder of their failure I don't want followers I want money makers Kelis brings the milkshake Blackyd brings the bacon Who the fuck scaring me Bitch Get off my body The dough brings all the hoes to the yard And they're like, we're better with you Damn right, where were you before I could leave you, and it wouldn't matter

Snitch Niggas Switch Niggas Clout Chasers Lame Niggas Cock suckers hating on the come up They ain't even gonna pull up Hoes in wolf clothing My hood don't claim that bullshit Bitch ass cut the shit Bitch ass cut the shit Bitch ass cut the shit Bitch ass cut the shit Hoes ass wanna talk about my flaws I remember when one phone call Almost had his teeth fall If you ain't gonna brawl You better crawl away I used to pack a blade Back in tenth grade If someone tried to cut me a fade Thank God, i didn't have to payback How you gonna act tough with your gang When yo sister hangs with the streets the most Clout Chaser lie the most Snitch niggas talk the most All i know is that Shooters leave them moist They'll do a 69 Just to pillow talk on you Boyz in the hood turned into Gossip Gils Better get yo makeup on When you cocksuck for clout Lame niggas wanna hate on me Cuz i get the best clothes The Best hoes And the money still comes under low Niggas turned into hoes for some dinero Then they get stab with the filero No cap, I've been killing since 01 I've been slapping them out their naps Don't come at Blackyd If you lack the skill I give them chill Leave them ill Blackyd always been a killer I'm not a gangster I ain't got no gauge But I ain't running from smoke I inhale the smoke But you the one coughing

Bitch I'm not playing with you When I get the broom These roaches know they doom I'm lyrically dangerous like MF DOOM Who trynna act hood When they be good with 5.0 5 hoes trynna get theirs holes poked Poke some foes with the filero Hoes talking about Dinero Like they didn't have to blow some load I know some crips and blood who be the gooniest They be cool and bool Until you does some uncool They gonna cock the tool And poke some holes inside of you Never been a goon Never ran my lips Because I ain't no bitch If you're a snitch or a switch You get the stitch I burn the bridge and the village I kill the flow like miscarriage In the rap game you get no privilege BlacKyd killing the game And closing the gate and your fate I escalate while you debate I am the saint of the rap game I spit the flame and put the shame The lame trynna claim my name Stay in your motherfucking lane For I cut the brake Like Bane, I break theirs backs You lack the skills to kill BlacKyd