Things just ain't the same for gangsters
Answer to me boy I'm your commander
I'm also a rapper to these crackers no actor
I'm a real rap my standards
Please watch your manners boy
I'm a happy camper till come and annoy me
Then I fire back on the CD's and move
Down your street in less than a week, see
Studio better turn up the AC cause the fire I spit
Is similar to JAY Z, ZZ like you fell asleep
It's inevitable bout a week turn you into a vegetable
Questionable if these MC's deserve the life they have
I took a spliff and I split it in half the only way I can
Learn functions in math is with a half ounce of the hash
I ain't gotta ask for your cash I know you're gonna relax
Back into my raps
Its dope
Make every mother f**er feel hope
The kings spoke now it's time to backtrack
And figure out how many wack crack pedallers
Got gold medals cause they been running the industry
And if I ever leave they'll f**in miss me
Blow me kisses real quick then turn
To the phone to s**t me so please don't
Try to diss me
Cause if you're f**ing with me then you f**ed up
Drive on empty till i fill the tank up
And turn around and swam into town
Take your smile and turn it upside down
Into a frown spit it now to make you fear me now
Oh you feel me now
What about a year ago when b**h
Turned out to be a hoe
And she still is, f** her
Sip 40 bump whiz
Whatcha gonna do come up here flexin in front of the crew
I ain't got no job but all you wanna do is brew coffee and
Your shawty poppin molly for a livin
I'm out here on the mic try to make a k**in
And if you're willing i'll be dealin
Pound for pound hit the ground
When you mother f**ers hear me now
Ain't no mother f**er can take me down
I'm from out of town from the 218
All you do is eat off your f**ing plate
All i do is lift three f**ing plates
After this i'll be banned from every state
Every country this is just a taste of my rap
To all you stupid f**s i hate
I'm sorry brook$ide but its dope as f**
When we rolling up to Qa**im's crib
And he shi-shut the f** up
You better duck boy
You a f** boy
You wanna hug boy
Finna cuff you up boy
Take you to the back of the truck where we finna f** you up
Man nobody wants your smokes
All you do is f**in toke
b**h boy you ain't got no hope
Whenever you talk we laugh cause you sound like a f**in joke
Yeah i'm broke is that a problem
Wait who the f** going to sait
Qa**im
And i ain't trying rate your girl but she ain't
Got no bra she looks like a goblin
Tonight brookside turns into Harlem
That means we gon shake you up
It's in your f**in water