Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'm glad I never used cocaine 'Cause I would be an addict Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern A payday pattern, the fake ID said "JJ Adams" My other one was stolen by a madame She whispered to the hooker like, "We have him" She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like Gotta make it home because My wifey said it's cookie night Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie I think I might boogie Head crack, bread stack, I'm a G Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee All white, alright, I'm the hood pope Break night, take flight, got the good dope Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter True fact, I'm a livewire Got denied at the red light district Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick My life is the fountain of youth Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get found in the booth Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars

Statik Selektah Queens, New York Flushing shit (We backkkk againnnnn) That's right Yo Sour smoke out the nasal The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial Clementine nine, dripping venereal Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient- Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia Albanians in Shkup... never living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia Pickled peppers at the picnic table Feta cheese, perfect Flia Straight outta Dukagjin One of the illest places No one's smiling There's only drunken men with killer faces -Meyhem Lauren- I'm known for simmering the mean gravy Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy New York made me The most official, to holster pistol Trim the fat, scrape the gristle Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you I'll gladly press the trigger button If you press an issue Whether it's beef or beats I try to make a casket fit you We'll fuck you up then fuck you up And then come back to get you And do that two more times We call that shit a triple triple My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple Our hollow tips will hit you Leave you with an altered nipple Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men Back block medicine, slap chop venison Knock, knock, let us in My whole clique's equipped to shoot though My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo -Maffew Ragazino- Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's Some will overstand but common men never receive the message Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing Cool, calm and collected Keep my composure All my business in black and white like negative exposures Keep a Polaroid for the posers A picture's worth a thousand words So lock and load up You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh I am the shit, just ask your bitch I bet she know, yup It's St. Maffew Truffles in that duffle Princess in the catsuit -AG Da ner- This is dope fiend rap Have a nigga leaning sideways Frankie Blue Eye shit I do it my way Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner Bluey spot guzzler Long Island Tea sipper Mind of a killer Trenchcoat Mafia nigga Hollow point slinger Smile while I'm flipping fingers Angels and demons Mellowed out, Stylistic singer Corner store postup Backstreet wanderer Butter your toast up Tight pussy conqueror Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga Fuck you Disrespect your mother, your brother Father and son, too (everybody!) Long live the music cause it's part of my blood But how long can I stay breathing Only God is my judge Through the lights, cameras and action Glammer, glitters and gold Every legend repping my era Carries part of my soul (90's, nigga)

This ain't no music for the club or you cats in love This is music for my bugged out goons on drugs I make music for the creeps that should be 6 feet A new Bentley made it out by the skin in they teeth And they be already stealing ready for beef In the... building having a feast Eating good of my criminal mind and crime biz Leave my checks and food stamps the same thing It's thanksgiving in my hood like everyday Lot of thirst game cut lot of full game ate And you ain't' safe roaming in the same place Putting yo hands on everybody's money like the bank Putting yo hands on everybody money get you shot I'm the one you could thank bang bang white toddler Yo bank and ball on 'em keep 'em guttered like my cousin You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe come through cover yo face You ain't sky free cause you got freedom the case You ain't G you got 3 niggers running up state Take my niggers that will come through papa's yo weight See'em lying in the stand Benedict Wise man throw yo ax up bias in the can 18 watching from the van About to drop you dropping up the spot while you're dropping out the van APB on yo head in every hood EMT on the set is never good blood spilled Pick him up he gotta post still That's Karma brought it up a duck tale Informer, duck tape, riot at chest Going up turn page right up on yo desk You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace Money don't make you safe you want Kevlar vest without a gun on yo waist And yo cup diesel buddy go with skinny But when a bag check when they commence the beating Now you're on a world star humping Black and blue like a paramour save the J What a disgrace to your neighborhood You can't even show yo face in yo neighborhood And you grew up there nigger Fuck ass nigger you grew up square nigger Get a blue nose pin if you scared nigger This war outside Should've been more prepared nigger The more I let the story and start bluffing Like they toughen your racks but really want nothing Ain't no future in front nigger The future for nothing Is wear you do it for nothing You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace You ain't safe cause you got a gun in your safe You ain't safe cause you gonna run when it takes You ain't safe tryna find a new pace Lot of fun in yo place you can get done it from lace

Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue Because you treat me like shit I paid for the bed and never even slept in it I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in And now somebody else is eating all the pudding Things change, now my dashboard wooden All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians There were times I used to hide my feelings Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini And motherfuckers can't see me Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make this shit look easy Who would've thought? I'll hit you right back Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue So many women wanna call me baby And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh- Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me And you could order whatever The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera As Bocelli sings the celly rings I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue From a razor in a paper cup I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope you never get off Fridays And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck And your headphones short, and your charger don't work And you spill shit on your shirt I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade I hope you happy, I hope you happy I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, ah! Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la

Action O-5, pounds in the Laredo, they gotta get there today though Ain't no time for tryna lay low, bay bro, if you can't do it all you gotta do is say no I'll take it from there, [?] ready to work it, displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect Under the bridge, behind the van, in the cab, I made the drop off Thanks us that nothing popped off, since I was young, handled lots of foreign vehicles and things My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing Plus he pushed that bad thing, I wanted to be like him so bad Wear the same shoes that he stepped in, of course I need paper I want to ride the one-seater like speed racer In the Jetta smoking a one sheet in the green acres Listening to bullshit music, thinking how I'm gonna do this Uh, temptations real Even though we feel we've been here before Somebody help me God have mercy It's like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy But what about the rest of us? What about the rest of us? Screaming, somebody help me But what about the rest of us? It's like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy Turn the lights on I'm from a place called the jungle where they live in this rough It had me low for a while now I'm picking it up Holding the spot straight sticking it ripping it up I dropped 99 problems, switching not giving a fuck So what you what you want? got your bitch nigga gripping the butt I ran my dick, taking pics nigga flicking it up My clique is a circle, fuck you want? You'll end up dumped jumped party in a truck in New York There's no ducking me, the Bada$$ time, there's no fuckery Won't find a chick who got a diamond, or take a single buck from me These hoes be loving me, I keep it so G Respecting where I be nigga check your OG My back flow will mirror your fat flows Well here it go my, [?] is lineal when I'm ripping the video It's a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo The rarest breeds, like venereal diseases Uh, temptations real Even though we feel we've been here before Somebody help me God have mercy It's like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy But what about the rest of us? What about the rest of us? Screaming, somebody help me But what about the rest of us? It's like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy Turn the lights on Dying for nothing Killing to live, fighting for something To bad we don't know what it is What you think all of this cash for? Trying to put stamps on my passport Man I'm just scheming on new homes I already forgot about my last broad Uh, temptations real Even though we feel we've been here before Somebody help me God have mercy It's like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy But what about the rest of us? What about the rest of us? Screaming, somebody help me But what about the rest of us? It's like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy Turn the lights on