The game is a jungle and I just owe it to myself
Mad at me b**h ?
You mistaken someone else
Faker than chains these n***as get the credit
What they'll do when you pop a Mac 11
Poppin' I'm stopping'
These b**h n***as from coppin'
Batman with the sh** cuz these n***as ain't Robin
I'm robbin' everythin' they got so they ain't no stopping'
I take em to the top and as they fall I drop em
Maybach, Bugatti, Lambo
Super Car
n***a got an Altima
That b**h go super far
k**in' on the track
Illegal homicidal act
I'm not sorry for the wait
But I am sorry for the facts
And I mean I'm sorry for the lack
Of havin' no damn patience
I've been at this game since eight
And I'm not talkin' Playstation
Burners and Pans
I got them choppas lookin' mean and
I'm cleanin' up the kitchen
And countin' green is the nutrition
Leggo my Eggo and b**h I ain't talkin' waffles
Big Money
Big Guap
No calling the Gestapo
Foldin' my cards when I see these n***as bein' fake
And I'm takin my aim
And I spray it clean
And call it Harlem Shaken