[Sauce Money]
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my n***as combine, all day, you know what?
Sometimes, I run with mad n***as who done time
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncanny
Bought my first Role' from Manny
Dirty burners my crew never hand me, n***a we family
You not, get shot, get caught slippin like Dexter Manley
With at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn we, all the sh** you can't be
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be
Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and Danny
Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and Stanley
Boom Moet and bow, my whole set is wild
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent
f** a b**h, you know the drill
Cut a check or s** a dick
[Jay-Z]
Jigga, what the f**?
As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof
Shootin guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, Gil was my co-d, Spanish Jose
Showed me how to get the money n***as owed me
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three Role's
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin on Ooba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the Range with the ski rack, or six with the roof up
sh**, I light the motherf**in soundproof booth up
New sh**, y'all say the same sh** like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-hovah, all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that sh** n***a, Marcy son, what?
[Sauce Money]
I grab my dick in front of your b**h, screaming "f** your spot"
Heat miser, anything I ever touch was hot
Sauce watching all ya wildcats flop, sound greasy
One song on your whole CD, making my job easy
Figured as much though, got your hustle swinging
Cop a muzzle, then y'all got the nerve to drop a double?
Everybody ain't big n***a, everybody can't flow like Jigg n***a
b**h n***as listen: No sorrow tomorrow if you swallow hollow-points
Like a dread in the weed spot, I'mma move some joints
I ain't playing, these BK slugs spraying
Mute n***as could tell you how nice I am, it goes without saying
Malicious, rap flow vicious, stack dough
b**hes s**in' dicks, they fat boy delicious
Pretentious n***as get it in slow-mo
Kodak couldn't picture that, so X-ray machines taking your team photo
n***as switching like a h*mo, sh** on your team
f** how they feel, get all that CREAM
Here comes the drama, here's the drummer, they call your number
And now your fun-filled summer filled with bounty hunters
If a b**h f** you for free, cats will k** you for the same fee
Think n***as give a f** what your name be? Or your raw crew?
Kid you're all saw-through
Mad cause you ain't blow yet, never fret n***a your b**h blew for you
Get on some prince sh** like, "I truly adore you"
Never, crab cat, f** you, have that
Sauce mother F-U tricks all in the mix
300 large on my flat up in the sticks
Nothing but a lot of leg room, my son and my b**h
Getting fatter of salmon, croquets and grits
Peace to all my n***as in Marcy, Viya Schmidt and Bits [?]
L-channel henny and crime, n***a which?
One of y'all in the mirror looking facing them 8's
One in your helmet, might induce a case of the shakes
B-scott, what the deal son? Reno where the dro at?
Sauce Money
You know that, n***a