(Intro)
Man, f** the conscience man
I can pay no bills with no motherf**in conscience man
I sell more ganja for 10 dollars n***a
10 motherf**in dollars n***a
You’re f**in bout no conscience n***a
Yay sh**
(Verse)
I used to be hiding from b**hes with long hair
Til I found out it was wigs that they wear
I used to think man these n***as is so real
But they don’t do sh** when they homies get k**ed
n***a we the k**as, see me in chinchilla
See me guaranteed in your b**h if I fill er
A known drug dealer, foreign 4 wheelers
Your ho got a DK but she don’t f** with us
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That’s a fact, stay black, stay strapped
Huey P Newton and the P stand for pack
Keep it G n***a, I keep the keys n***a
We toss some sh** out, man play free Flickr
Dope gang, swag out on propane
Aye blow my head off but I’m no Cobain
I do got the heavy metal on my hip
Meddle in my money and I’m scheduling your RIP
Motherf**er
(Verse)
Fresh up out the crack spot
Dealing mad guap, block about to get hot
Play around and get shot
Really need the hip-hop, glock like a white hook
Pound like the hay maker
Adding up this paper to a**imilate the may weathers
BS babies chase cheddar
n***as get your face wuddup
Pound pair of rituals
Always keep it hardcore, give these streets encore
Selling crack on call, right up in yo building
n***a I’m from Tilden, taking no prisoners
Any street sister, chop it down in Koshington
I ain’t even playing Jack, roamin with your f**in queen
Just cuz I’m the f**in king acing out your f**in team
(Verse)
Product of my environment
I could tell you I ain’t getting money but you could take a look
There’s no denying it
Keep your wall stories, I ain’t interested in buying it
I’d rather pay for the comfort for you to go and lye in it
If it ain’t about big money then hold your thoughts
I’m too busy turnin this paper chase into a sport
Runnin laps around these lil n***as, no remorse
Fast break, 3 to 1, I’m pulling up half forward
I’m like Jordan at the buzzer, Kobe at the line
LeBron through the lane, Reggie Miller at touch time
Ballin on these n***as, I’m the rookie of the year
I’m f**in er first night, you’ve been chasin her all year
It’s the YSL smellin, hard and I’m sagging
p**nstar swag, my life sponsored by Magnum
f** em then I pa** em, I’m leavin em in the siss
Pick em then I roll one, I’m pleasing yo b**h
6 stacks on the bench like I play for the Knicks
But the local one to credit raised New York bricks
UG lay back, k**in on some New York sh**
But I flip and admit it n***a, New York quit b**h