Jump out the rover n***a
Hoodie on back to carrying
them things
Summers over n***a I clap my shit,
just copped a
GT
Album bout to drop, bout to rap my shit
They gon' see me way upstate
Sheek
Looch after taxes
GU not on the plate
The crack is beige, the wine is aged
The yak is strong, the barrel's long
Cheek show these lil niggas ass like thong
I ain't spit that shit to get this whip
Yo
Vance I made that with just this trip
Next trip I'm saving my dough
I already know the hip -hop
police sit and study my flow
So I throw em off, play the golf course,
disappear like ants
Yellow 4 with the polo plaid pants
And every since
New
Orleans
I been coming through
Queens
Copping weed and crazy blunts
Word is
Curtis
Raxxon ain't seen you once
Diamond up, back with bad boy,
reminiscing
Me and
Big, both
Bacardi, lime and duff
They say I'm too sick for the new school,
I can't attend classes
So I just build with the masters
Red monkey jeans,
Belushi glasses
Me just sittin' there,
cause some crashes
Chic, a rare breed
They don't understand what I'm doin'
there with some sunflower seeds
Ten tennin, army coat, no linen
Durag, but not for my
head to be spinnin'
They sayin' what the streets
been missin'
Drop walk with me,
but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th,
I'm comin' back like the grave
Ya bitch niggas y 'all ain't safe,
let's go
You see the pictures I paint, son
If I ain't the king of
New
York, then it ain't one
Just tell me who fuckin' won it
And you can put somethin' on it
I'm in the 06
Supercharged with nothin' on it
Mad hot, to have is to have not
My crack spot is
Pro
Tools on my laptop
Much cheaper than the
Carter, it's affordable
I ain't never gotta infiltrate,
cause it's portable
The
Trey 5 -7 is chrome
If any big niggas is with me,
they just came home
Yeah, either way,
I'ma pop that 9
Call him 40
Cent now, cause he dropped that dime
And he got me kinda jammed up right now
I can't lie, but I don't know
Toe, his black ass, he can't die
The other day I made 40 in a hour
Fuck in the studio, I'm
Barry
Gordy with the powder
Uh, no retreat, no sur render I'm at the juice bar,
Armageddon's in the blender
Nah, yeah, gettin' ready for the winter
Sweatsuit weather,
some reason I shoot better
Carry the big gats and leave
the scene real fuckin' nasty
Like chocolate milk after a
Big
Mac, yeah I'm on my
CEO shit right now
Till this underhanded
politics shit pipe down
Feel me?
Shoutouts to the medium
and maxes
November 8th, sheek looch after taxes
One