
Take your time
It’s quite prevalent my hublo big bang
On the side of my wrist
The new Big Bad Hank
My tank full and I gotta gank of Gang Gang
And my niggaz anything from gangster disciples to members of Wu Tang
To the Giaconni’s that’s paid in full, they sponsor me
I’m like hit hard todd I’m with Monster and Beep
So Beep Beep the corporate is the key
The sponsorship is major networks for networth that Hov release
Enough shout outs now pick up this jewel
When it’s gold in the streets and that’s the code of the streets
No Beach or Robin Leach, more like Briana Breach
So many of my niggaz Caucasian and not racist with the streets
I have my own church the pastor talking for a new V
And the church gone give him down payment from increase
I am secret society’s ultimate marketing tool
I got money that ain’t no fool
I got mind power that’s the difference
Between you and me and my stacks be inching
Further to further me and my team mind frame
I entertain their thoughts like aggravated assault
I ain’t snitch on Yusef he said “it ain’t my fault”
And Joe was in the spot when I opened my plugs vault
Numbers that we do is so constitutions
Bitches try to make reservations for them
Word is bond I had on them Stacie Augmens
No more ring arguments even my ring is balling
I got a knack for Todd 1 Sweats
I’m not reliving childhood dreams like Offset
This ain’t a second childhood
All because we rich and want everything for the taken
No mistaking we caking
The basement will charge you for each sale
Tua is like me the Dolphins want that retail
Whether you independent or broke yes or no
We treat everybody we cool with like the Pope
So when you speak just know we EF
And like EST
NO fentanyl I don’t breath bless
I’m in the style of Guess where you need a 100 to get a receipt
If it’s my whip then the year must be 15 to me
I don’t need no more designs or Lexus’s
I been through more exits than exodus
After sex she will act like the exorcist
And throw up all your content
So take your time
In God we trust
That’s why they got a black-ish
Cuz ancient Egyptian gods they try to black list
Case and point rap is cause and effect
They slept on that Perrier gerette
This is the magnum opus
Made for all black people to stay focused
It’s like a camera lense we see out of in the projects
Gutters all over to Bel Air where the Gods rest
Where 180’s are created by the 10 percent
Word to my Cubans and the Nation of Islam events
Like
A fool and his money will soon depart
This is 90% business, the other 10 is your heart
Verse 2-in God we trust
They thought their heritage was just picking cotton
The unjust in America will lead you like Sharpton
And the civil unrest got motives like the 10 commandments
That lay in the good book that Muhammed comanded
And Loui the 13th told us in Manhattan
To live plush forever in Make it Happen so make it happen
And Harlem Worlds Apollo steers us
To get money that reads in God we Trust
Bridge-In God we trust
I’m not moved by Proud Boys
Them monkeys don’t stop no show
They just crowd noise
Black America wants dough
Verse 3 – in God we trust
And the Messenger taught me the same jewels that got laid out for the taken
That had Malcom participating
And I’m working on this new project
Get the word to Rakim, money is still the object
And tell em’ Sunny said its gonna be brighter days
African American women got beauty of 2000 shades
And they chop on blades the same way
My Impala is turned in
I got them some Ambien or Camay
I got mines in some David Yurman
All her rent’s paid and bills too I’m determined
To change to world with my lyric’s
Metaphors play they part
But bricks got the chips in Venice
And being born to rap in two up two down
That got similarities of England profound
And I’m a fly nigga yeah my ring noticed
Back when Hollywood actresses wanted me demoted
All because number 3 is number one
And they can’t fill my Ugh’s
And lucky me I’m having fun
huh
I beg your pardon T.I. ft. Papi Nasasmen
I’m live
And never take a nose dive
I’m climbing the charts
With the streets whippin’ pies
I don’t live a lie
And rock no disquise
I’m wise as a drug lord
Who don’t want your demise
The candy apple drop now let the candy apple drive
The rotten tabernacle with the candy in the ride
Divine intervention yes I dodged homocide’s
Won’t ever be homo and never drove suicides
The neck is so dripping ya’ll gone need a new ocean
Just to keep the water I can’t try your emotions
Because a patek is a patek I Phillipe still in action
And I’m bout that gang gang keeping heat for the traction
And everytime I’m rapping’s guaranteed satisfaction
And my faction’s so real the best behaviors an attraction
And we need no common denominator
I used to keep the let off in a cerwin vega
And yes we are in vegas valigio’d to death
Bitches I used to fxxx with once tried meth
No need to take perks, I spend that to buy these works
And I charge 20k just to hear me on my verse
And when the check is dispursed separates me from the rest
And when they do his ortopsy that’s when we jett
And the bombardier leer jets that you never flown in
Said I own the crown and my jewelry’s for grown men
fxxx if a bitch gone like it and her thighs hypnotize
And that bitch is a dyke bitch, and they on the rise
Just come out Puffy just realize
Confess that your gay be straight up on the mic
But he won’t confess but he hugging Usher
As I redefine beef, and run the infostructure
Called america’s corporate owned by Bill Gates
State of mind and I did it in my chillspot called VA
And VA designers own my hats in Nordstroms
I don’t customize em but I got it from customs
Me and T.I. only pomping Konfunksion
And we so Live face book can’t even function
And we so real and that’s a bottomless pitt
We come hard like the life of Micheal Vick
We so awesome they ain’t fessin’ up
With the guns and the bricks we conduct
And you know me, I’m realer
Ben Rothlisberger, I’m the Steelers
My nigga Self had murder charges nearer
And he took the bid and came harder no squeeler
Self made oh I’m so self made
Millionaire without a chef like Jay
As far as conjunction
Ya’ll might be shotcalling for nothing
Because when I come on the snippet
You gone stop your production
Take your time
It’s quite prevalent my hublo big bang
On the side of my wrist
The new Big Bad Hank
My tank full and I gotta gank of Gang Gang
And my niggaz anything from gangster disciples to members of Wu Tang
To the Giaconni’s that’s paid in full, they sponsor me
I’m like hit hard todd I’m with Monster and Beep
So Beep Beep the corporate is the key
The sponsorship is major networks for networth that Hov release
Enough shout outs now pick up this jewel
When it’s gold in the streets and that’s the code of the streets
No Beach or Robin Leach, more like Briana Breach
So many of my niggaz Caucasian and not racist with the streets
I have my own church the pastor talking for a new V
And the church gone give him down payment from increase
I am secret society’s ultimate marketing tool
I got money that ain’t no fool
I got mind power that’s the difference
Between you and me and my stacks be inching
Further to further me and my team mind frame
I entertain their thoughts like aggravated assault
I ain’t snitch on Yusef he said “it ain’t my fault”
And Joe was in the spot when I opened my plugs vault
Numbers that we do is so constitutions
Bitches try to make reservations for them
Word is bond I had on them Stacie Augmens
No more ring arguments even my ring is balling
I got a knack for Todd 1 Sweats
I’m not reliving childhood dreams like Offset
This ain’t a second childhood
All because we rich and want everything for the taken
No mistaking we caking
The basement will charge you for each sale
Tua is like me the Dolphins want that retail
Whether you independent or broke yes or no
We treat everybody we cool with like the Pope
So when you speak just know we EF
And like EST
NO fentanyl I don’t breath bless
I’m in the style of Guess where you need a 100 to get a receipt
If it’s my whip then the year must be 15 to me
I don’t need no more designs or Lexus’s
I been through more exits than exodus
After sex she will act like the exorcist
And throw up all your content
So take your time
In God we trust
That’s why they got a black-ish
Cuz ancient Egyptian gods they try to black list
Case and point rap is cause and effect
They slept on that Perrier gerette
This is the magnum opus
Made for all black people to stay focused
It’s like a camera lense we see out of in the projects
Gutters all over to Bel Air where the Gods rest
Where 180’s are created by the 10 percent
Word to my Cubans and the Nation of Islam events
Like
A fool and his money will soon depart
This is 90% business, the other 10 is your heart
Verse 2-in God we trust
They thought their heritage was just picking cotton
The unjust in America will lead you like Sharpton
And the civil unrest got motives like the 10 commandments
That lay in the good book that Muhammed comanded
And Loui the 13th told us in Manhattan
To live plush forever in Make it Happen so make it happen
And Harlem Worlds Apollo steers us
To get money that reads in God we Trust
Bridge-In God we trust
I’m not moved by Proud Boys
Them monkeys don’t stop no show
They just crowd noise
Black America wants dough
Verse 3 – in God we trust
And the Messenger taught me the same jewels that got laid out for the taken
That had Malcom participating
And I’m working on this new project
Get the word to Rakim, money is still the object
And tell em’ Sunny said its gonna be brighter days
African American women got beauty of 2000 shades
And they chop on blades the same way
My Impala is turned in
I got them some Ambien or Camay
I got mines in some David Yurman
All her rent’s paid and bills too I’m determined
To change to world with my lyric’s
Metaphors play they part
But bricks got the chips in Venice
And being born to rap in two up two down
That got similarities of England profound
And I’m a fly nigga yeah my ring noticed
Back when Hollywood actresses wanted me demoted
All because number 3 is number one
And they can’t fill my Ugh’s
And lucky me I’m having fun
huh
I beg your pardon T.I. ft. Papi Nasasmen
I’m live
And never take a nose dive
I’m climbing the charts
With the streets whippin’ pies
I don’t live a lie
And rock no disquise
I’m wise as a drug lord
Who don’t want your demise
The candy apple drop now let the candy apple drive
The rotten tabernacle with the candy in the ride
Divine intervention yes I dodged homocide’s
Won’t ever be homo and never drove suicides
The neck is so dripping ya’ll gone need a new ocean
Just to keep the water I can’t try your emotions
Because a patek is a patek I Phillipe still in action
And I’m bout that gang gang keeping heat for the traction
And everytime I’m rapping’s guaranteed satisfaction
And my faction’s so real the best behaviors an attraction
And we need no common denominator
I used to keep the let off in a cerwin vega
And yes we are in vegas valigio’d to death
Bitches I used to fxxx with once tried meth
No need to take perks, I spend that to buy these works
And I charge 20k just to hear me on my verse
And when the check is dispursed separates me from the rest
And when they do his ortopsy that’s when we jett
And the bombardier leer jets that you never flown in
Said I own the crown and my jewelry’s for grown men
fxxx if a bitch gone like it and her thighs hypnotize
And that bitch is a dyke bitch, and they on the rise
Just come out Puffy just realize
Confess that your gay be straight up on the mic
But he won’t confess but he hugging Usher
As I redefine beef, and run the infostructure
Called america’s corporate owned by Bill Gates
State of mind and I did it in my chillspot called VA
And VA designers own my hats in Nordstroms
I don’t customize em but I got it from customs
Me and T.I. only pomping Konfunksion
And we so Live face book can’t even function
And we so real and that’s a bottomless pitt
We come hard like the life of Micheal Vick
We so awesome they ain’t fessin’ up
With the guns and the bricks we conduct
And you know me, I’m realer
Ben Rothlisberger, I’m the Steelers
My nigga Self had murder charges nearer
And he took the bid and came harder no squeeler
Self made oh I’m so self made
Millionaire without a chef like Jay
As far as conjunction
Ya’ll might be shotcalling for nothing
Because when I come on the snippet
You gone stop your production
Let it burn Jasmine Sullivan ft. Papi Nasasmen
All I got is scars and scrapes
Bitch did that to my face
Bleeding while police say go
Bitch got me going Waco
Cops said slide to the tellie
Don’t care about what she trying to sell me
Bitch lost weight and try to blame me
Basically she trying to frame me
I never gamed on her
Now she got my world going bonkers
I was spending Lionel Ritchie
Not on that faggot Puffy nor Biggie
That’s not my story
I’m talking mid 40’s
New cut wallee’s on
Blue clarks to walk on
Polo underneath the vest
Aero khaki’s with my fresh
Flexible spending accounts and stocks in Hewlet Packard
Puma stocks too not just they Evo sweats that spectacular
I David Yurman the same Queen 2 weeks later
And she got me ughs, player I don’t do gators
And got my government name in my Cuban
When I produce I’m better than Rick Ruban
Everything I quote is evidence based
And from command central so the real is the take
As I live for the moment and wrapped up in it
When you mention the Wardoff I trapped up in it
When she take those clothes off
I dove off a pendant
And if it keep going like this
Then I’m worth a vintage
I’m worth a million
57 gees a year
So this rap game
I don’t really care
And I’m subconscious
Of the fugass
As Monster
Plug my Cuban connects
So ya’ll sponsor
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it
This lady will move in mystery and it ain’t no gimmic
This is heartfelt
As the Smurfs and Gagermell
All except Melle Mel
Gave me the tone to sell
So stay tuned
I’m cooling in my day room
Up until
The Black Eye Peas make boom
And I own her like the Legion of Doom
But I’m don’t do terror dome’s or meetings on zoom
And I’m trying to hash these feelings
The real me is dealing
But I went legit
So bricks I ain’t feeling
No decepetion over here
She got naked
And my four clovers here
Let it burn
Hook: I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day
no substitute for the wraith, my stashbox is okay
i guess you are a play
that can make me sling this weight,
through my girl, my girl
i'm talking bout' my girl, my girl
i've got so much game, i could sell it on Ebay
put it up for sale, like this xbox rage
Ak's still spray, but i'm with a Sk
this just a sample on streets, i bling like the month of May
and it's 3 m's on the hood, from pharmacueticals
no drug's, on the best pyramid pulls
oh yeah
i'd guess, you'd say,
what can make me m's in the safe
my girl, my girl
i'm talking bout my girl
my girl
the man is so intrisic with it
hit the strip and cops appear rear ended
checking tag's but i'm so legit with it
no fabrication i got cake but ain't still in it
i'd guess you'd say
what made me 1 mil for this player to play
my girl, my girl
i'm talking bout my girl
white girl
oooh
The heat is on
The heat is on
It’s on the streets
The heat is
On
Why play all the cadence out
They never ran a clever route
Talking what Trevor bout
I’m Notre Dame to the fullest that’s why I went there
And I’m deep in the streets like a timeshare
Held from my cousin slinging resorts in Mexico
Look at my wife like we the ones that’s next to go
She is like Plexico, I’m at Sumoco
No joke though my style of dough and vocals
I’m a local on no 4 loco’s
I don’t sniff shit but L’Hommes cologne
Come back and my plug still deliver with drones
So you better wash your mouth out homes
Cuz C73 ain’t C95
That’s why we so heavy in the streets
So much yiest make your boy be a biest
Grease is like my movies on sale while eating Succi
And the eggs that I planted went through his system
And the feds were atlantic they never bailed us out of prison
Listen I was in Rikers with Phatt Joes cousin
See we all in this together when the plague has some substance
Young black entrenprenuer in Bill Blass shoes
Never got it tatted but cash rules
Never distort a classic like I never snort illmatic
We just at the finest resorts with magnets
On the Jacuzzi from stock and buying fashion
I never built they pitty on top, and still braging
Back in my bag so you know it ain’t your average
So much LaCoste Sportif they greet me with your cabbage
Mailed to my door a real boss like they imagined
Paid off the Cops Ms.Officer won’t staticing
Franklins every two weeks just stacking
Birds that flew miles like Cambridge killings ragging
As long as they are black it’s all love if you African
Its WEB DuBois and Malcom on a maverick
This is Rakim doing good on calastectics
Parellis on a white benz relics
Made the industry seek so get your roll on
My niggaz only shoot with no alarm
And when they do I promise you’ll be warmed
Now they ass dead, don’t like you ain’t been warned
The greats respect my Pesci and the pepsi I’m on
And I’m not forceasious its just the …Heat is on
The heat is on
It’s on the streets
The heat is…..on
The heat is on (rap version)
fxxx Uncle Pauley
I’m coming hard gee
fxxx the commission
Nasasmen is going off Beep
I’m in the hood
Like popeye’s chicken
I got fiens lined up
Like this a dope convention
I got plug’s that i
Pulled off the wall
Because
Nasasmen is Micheal Jackson to ya’ll
fxxx Uncle Pauley
Puffy’s the new Ru Paul
Who gone stand for these faggots
All these bitches maggots
Puffy better watch it
Before I toe tag it
Like Sears
I been here for years
I got nothing against all queers
As long as them jail faggots ain’t in my rear
As long as my dough is
I sold dope and made Oprah shit
I’m still on that Hova shit
While he watch emotionless
They ain’t got the balls to stand up for their support
So anyways, here comes the real Boss of new York
I could pop these Scott Skorch niggaz like corks
The truth is they never run a fork
The way I did, my weight was so big
But they quick to say, my yea ain’t fit in they crib
That’s why I smoke em’ like cig and made billions
I had more pussy than the Olsen twins
And nowadays I don’t make shit up pretend
See in VA I keep my killers on the bench
About to lynch a muthafxxxa name Uncle Pauley
My bullets can give him, cerebrial palsey
So fxxx what he said I got bread nigga
Fed charges missed us and the bed nigga
He bed not before I let off this lead nigga
I killed his team with some shit off the head nigga
Stop the imagination, I come at you
When I shoot I coach the team like Herm Edwards attacked you
and Peniro ain’t turn on me neither
so I’m gone come in with the same ol procedure
the dianectics of L Ron that I sold
bold as a muthafxxxa, leaving Tina Turner in the cold
rode on that rode so long, I gotta oil change
and a maintenance for bending corners on Mary Jane
I cut his supply to the city off, yeah I’m on it
And lightning loves me, so does the city mouth on Moe its
The dynamic team with a status like jesus
I bet these pussy niggaz won’t call a truce
Matter of fact this is mind over matter
Even if it makes my blood splatter, the knives thrown at cha
For trying to come for my throne and I’m Melle Mel’s clone
With 72 zones in Cypress Hills we going home
fxxx Uncle Pauley
I mirrored your moves
Copied ya cadence
And that’s how I got to be the greatest
A songwriter A musicionist
I write beyond measure
And yours is different than this
Hit’s is all I make
Just like a factory
And ride factory
Like em’ thick like Ashley
I know the ledge
That’s how you can’t pass me
I’m more passionate about it
If you ask me
I move with caution
Just like Cuban links
See I was raised in Hollywood
When they shoot I blink
You don’t understand my level
According to what you think
And I leveled up
And my truth is tickled pink
Especially
I endorse Pepsi
I own the stocks
And you don’t know the profit margin
But you know Tupac
You damn near ran outta options
Your ideas flop
And I got the prop’s
And all I needed was one shot
One Shot
50 on the table so I didn’t need a record label
Grind with BMI but you suckas unstable
Uncappable of tracing my steps
That’s why Pepa went left
So it’s her that won’t kept
So why take that risk is how I see it
It’s a drought but I’m not depleted
You see
The secret is that I’m undefeated
They just did what Big Pun repeated
Aerodynamic’s blended with Python
And convelesant
All these black girls lost got so much aggression
And moving pussy’s slow money
And we all about progression
They just like 50 shades
Instead of 50 paid
And what is the song of the day
We paid
Like DWade
I called on my ace
And don’t hand me a bottle of ace
Hand me some investments
And portfolio’s like what I got becomes obsessive
Instead of Dougie E Fresh and just spritzing on obsession
By the best this is a blessing
One Shot
Take your time
It’s quite prevalent my hublo big bang
On the side of my wrist
The new Big Bad Hank
My tank full and I gotta gank of Gang Gang
And my niggaz anything from gangster disciples to members of Wu Tang
To the Giaconni’s that’s paid in full, they sponsor me
I’m like hit hard todd I’m with Monster and Beep
So Beep Beep the corporate is the key
The sponsorship is major networks for networth that Hov release
Enough shout outs now pick up this jewel
When it’s gold in the streets and that’s the code of the streets
No Beach or Robin Leach, more like Briana Breach
So many of my niggaz Caucasian and not racist with the streets
I have my own church the pastor talking for a new V
And the church gone give him down payment from increase
I am secret society’s ultimate marketing tool
I got money that ain’t no fool
I got mind power that’s the difference
Between you and me and my stacks be inching
Further to further me and my team mind frame
I entertain their thoughts like aggravated assault
I ain’t snitch on Yusef he said “it ain’t my fault”
And Joe was in the spot when I opened my plugs vault
Numbers that we do is so constitutions
Bitches try to make reservations for them
Word is bond I had on them Stacie Augmens
No more ring arguments even my ring is balling
I got a knack for Todd 1 Sweats
I’m not reliving childhood dreams like Offset
This ain’t a second childhood
All because we rich and want everything for the taken
No mistaking we caking
The basement will charge you for each sale
Tua is like me the Dolphins want that retail
Whether you independent or broke yes or no
We treat everybody we cool with like the Pope
So when you speak just know we EF
And like EST
NO fentanyl I don’t breath bless
I’m in the style of Guess where you need a 100 to get a receipt
If it’s my whip then the year must be 15 to me
I don’t need no more designs or Lexus’s
I been through more exits than exodus
After sex she will act like the exorcist
And throw up all your content
So take your time
In God we trust
That’s why they got a black-ish
Cuz ancient Egyptian gods they try to black list
Case and point rap is cause and effect
They slept on that Perrier gerette
This is the magnum opus
Made for all black people to stay focused
It’s like a camera lense we see out of in the projects
Gutters all over to Bel Air where the Gods rest
Where 180’s are created by the 10 percent
Word to my Cubans and the Nation of Islam events
Like
A fool and his money will soon depart
This is 90% business, the other 10 is your heart
Verse 2-in God we trust
They thought their heritage was just picking cotton
The unjust in America will lead you like Sharpton
And the civil unrest got motives like the 10 commandments
That lay in the good book that Muhammed comanded
And Loui the 13th told us in Manhattan
To live plush forever in Make it Happen so make it happen
And Harlem Worlds Apollo steers us
To get money that reads in God we Trust
Bridge-In God we trust
I’m not moved by Proud Boys
Them monkeys don’t stop no show
They just crowd noise
Black America wants dough
Verse 3 – in God we trust
And the Messenger taught me the same jewels that got laid out for the taken
That had Malcom participating
And I’m working on this new project
Get the word to Rakim, money is still the object
And tell em’ Sunny said its gonna be brighter days
African American women got beauty of 2000 shades
And they chop on blades the same way
My Impala is turned in
I got them some Ambien or Camay
I got mines in some David Yurman
All her rent’s paid and bills too I’m determined
To change to world with my lyric’s
Metaphors play they part
But bricks got the chips in Venice
And being born to rap in two up two down
That got similarities of England profound
And I’m a fly nigga yeah my ring noticed
Back when Hollywood actresses wanted me demoted
All because number 3 is number one
And they can’t fill my Ugh’s
And lucky me I’m having fun
huh
I beg your pardon T.I. ft. Papi Nasasmen
I’m live
And never take a nose dive
I’m climbing the charts
With the streets whippin’ pies
I don’t live a lie
And rock no disquise
I’m wise as a drug lord
Who don’t want your demise
The candy apple drop now let the candy apple drive
The rotten tabernacle with the candy in the ride
Divine intervention yes I dodged homocide’s
Won’t ever be homo and never drove suicides
The neck is so dripping ya’ll gone need a new ocean
Just to keep the water I can’t try your emotions
Because a patek is a patek I Phillipe still in action
And I’m bout that gang gang keeping heat for the traction
And everytime I’m rapping’s guaranteed satisfaction
And my faction’s so real the best behaviors an attraction
And we need no common denominator
I used to keep the let off in a cerwin vega
And yes we are in vegas valigio’d to death
Bitches I used to fxxx with once tried meth
No need to take perks, I spend that to buy these works
And I charge 20k just to hear me on my verse
And when the check is dispursed separates me from the rest
And when they do his ortopsy that’s when we jett
And the bombardier leer jets that you never flown in
Said I own the crown and my jewelry’s for grown men
fxxx if a bitch gone like it and her thighs hypnotize
And that bitch is a dyke bitch, and they on the rise
Just come out Puffy just realize
Confess that your gay be straight up on the mic
But he won’t confess but he hugging Usher
As I redefine beef, and run the infostructure
Called america’s corporate owned by Bill Gates
State of mind and I did it in my chillspot called VA
And VA designers own my hats in Nordstroms
I don’t customize em but I got it from customs
Me and T.I. only pomping Konfunksion
And we so Live face book can’t even function
And we so real and that’s a bottomless pitt
We come hard like the life of Micheal Vick
We so awesome they ain’t fessin’ up
With the guns and the bricks we conduct
And you know me, I’m realer
Ben Rothlisberger, I’m the Steelers
My nigga Self had murder charges nearer
And he took the bid and came harder no squeeler
Self made oh I’m so self made
Millionaire without a chef like Jay
As far as conjunction
Ya’ll might be shotcalling for nothing
Because when I come on the snippet
You gone stop your production
Let it burn Jasmine Sullivan ft. Papi Nasasmen
All I got is scars and scrapes
Bitch did that to my face
Bleeding while police say go
Bitch got me going Waco
Cops said slide to the tellie
Don’t care about what she trying to sell me
Bitch lost weight and try to blame me
Basically she trying to frame me
I never gamed on her
Now she got my world going bonkers
I was spending Lionel Ritchie
Not on that faggot Puffy nor Biggie
That’s not my story
I’m talking mid 40’s
New cut wallee’s on
Blue clarks to walk on
Polo underneath the vest
Aero khaki’s with my fresh
Flexible spending accounts and stocks in Hewlet Packard
Puma stocks too not just they Evo sweats that spectacular
I David Yurman the same Queen 2 weeks later
And she got me ughs, player I don’t do gators
And got my government name in my Cuban
When I produce I’m better than Rick Ruban
Everything I quote is evidence based
And from command central so the real is the take
As I live for the moment and wrapped up in it
When you mention the Wardoff I trapped up in it
When she take those clothes off
I dove off a pendant
And if it keep going like this
Then I’m worth a vintage
I’m worth a million
57 gees a year
So this rap game
I don’t really care
And I’m subconscious
Of the fugass
As Monster
Plug my Cuban connects
So ya’ll sponsor
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it
This lady will move in mystery and it ain’t no gimmic
This is heartfelt
As the Smurfs and Gagermell
All except Melle Mel
Gave me the tone to sell
So stay tuned
I’m cooling in my day room
Up until
The Black Eye Peas make boom
And I own her like the Legion of Doom
But I’m don’t do terror dome’s or meetings on zoom
And I’m trying to hash these feelings
The real me is dealing
But I went legit
So bricks I ain’t feeling
No decepetion over here
She got naked
And my four clovers here
Let it burn
Hook: I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day
no substitute for the wraith, my stashbox is okay
i guess you are a play
that can make me sling this weight,
through my girl, my girl
i'm talking bout' my girl, my girl
i've got so much game, i could sell it on Ebay
put it up for sale, like this xbox rage
Ak's still spray, but i'm with a Sk
this just a sample on streets, i bling like the month of May
and it's 3 m's on the hood, from pharmacueticals
no drug's, on the best pyramid pulls
oh yeah
i'd guess, you'd say,
what can make me m's in the safe
my girl, my girl
i'm talking bout my girl
my girl
the man is so intrisic with it
hit the strip and cops appear rear ended
checking tag's but i'm so legit with it
no fabrication i got cake but ain't still in it
i'd guess you'd say
what made me 1 mil for this player to play
my girl, my girl
i'm talking bout my girl
white girl
oooh
The heat is on
The heat is on
It’s on the streets
The heat is
On
Why play all the cadence out
They never ran a clever route
Talking what Trevor bout
I’m Notre Dame to the fullest that’s why I went there
And I’m deep in the streets like a timeshare
Held from my cousin slinging resorts in Mexico
Look at my wife like we the ones that’s next to go
She is like Plexico, I’m at Sumoco
No joke though my style of dough and vocals
I’m a local on no 4 loco’s
I don’t sniff shit but L’Hommes cologne
Come back and my plug still deliver with drones
So you better wash your mouth out homes
Cuz C73 ain’t C95
That’s why we so heavy in the streets
So much yiest make your boy be a biest
Grease is like my movies on sale while eating Succi
And the eggs that I planted went through his system
And the feds were atlantic they never bailed us out of prison
Listen I was in Rikers with Phatt Joes cousin
See we all in this together when the plague has some substance
Young black entrenprenuer in Bill Blass shoes
Never got it tatted but cash rules
Never distort a classic like I never snort illmatic
We just at the finest resorts with magnets
On the Jacuzzi from stock and buying fashion
I never built they pitty on top, and still braging
Back in my bag so you know it ain’t your average
So much LaCoste Sportif they greet me with your cabbage
Mailed to my door a real boss like they imagined
Paid off the Cops Ms.Officer won’t staticing
Franklins every two weeks just stacking
Birds that flew miles like Cambridge killings ragging
As long as they are black it’s all love if you African
Its WEB DuBois and Malcom on a maverick
This is Rakim doing good on calastectics
Parellis on a white benz relics
Made the industry seek so get your roll on
My niggaz only shoot with no alarm
And when they do I promise you’ll be warmed
Now they ass dead, don’t like you ain’t been warned
The greats respect my Pesci and the pepsi I’m on
And I’m not forceasious its just the …Heat is on
The heat is on
It’s on the streets
The heat is…..on
The heat is on (rap version)
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