Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump
I'm Cancer to the Hamptons
20 million a wop, ransackin mansions
Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in
Don't even trust uppity white folks
Keep the cannon tuck
n***as trying to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up
Glocks gonna pop, ya not understandin much
I hustle for the thuggest
Well, now I hustle for the rush, like f** it baby
I just love it
Chicks now say they like the way I thug it
Since my album dropped, my stock grows like I went public
Ladies I love ya
But I love my freedom more
I love my n***as, love to see them ball
I love Beans and Bleek
Them n***as like my Peter and Paul
My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title...
Do you believe, it's Hova the God