Ayo
Demon time, niggas get slapped with the hand of God (God)
Can get a stack for sellin' smack or tryna scam your card
Overcame the odds by the grace of our Lord
Now it's AMG on the car, me and any comp' far apart (Uh-huh)
With this art, I'm Mozart
In Armani coat, blowin' smoke
Evolved from tradin' dope for dope
Gaudy gold rope on the throat (Bling)
In my lifetime, need a whole lotta cash
Like Skinny hope on a boat (Money)
Flat broke, tryna stay afloat
The only thing you lames could ever get
From me's a pen to take a note (Fuck)
Quotе this murder, I wrote with the lеft hand
I'm dope like Jimi Hendrix, six acid tabs and a headband
On top, but I came from muddy waters like Redman (Uh-huh)
Where hustlers get shot or kidnapped by the fed van (Yeah)
Better make your best move, your next plan
Before I made it through, did what I had to do
Was press Xans and check scams (Work)
Now he in Japan gettin' bands, diamonds dance
Probably be up in the can if I left it all up to chance
Eat off every seed that I plant, way too advanced
Really the God like Bagger Vance, left my footprints in the sand
I don't follow nobody, I go my own route (Uh-huh)
Hold myself down, keep somethin' to
Knock a bone out (Baow, baow, baow)
Heard it was a play for the paper, I had to go scout
All-star player in the zone with the gold mouth (Uh-huh)
No, I don't follow nobody, I go my own route (Nah)
Hold myself down, keep somethin' to
Knock a bone out (Baow, baow, baow)
Heard it was a play for the paper, I had to go scout (What up?)
All-star player in the zone with the gold mouth (Uh)
I score eighty, write a score like Scorsese (Uh-huh)
Been puttin' numbers on the board, I'm way more wavy (Yeah)
Big middle finger on the Away tee
You ringworm niggas ain't flee, they highly rate me (Uh-huh)
A work of art, that's why all these marks try to trace me
But they'll never see me like Banksy (Never)
Amazing artist, but I started out a street fighter like Zangief (Uh)
It was jail, drugs, gangs, grief, you know the program
Two-steppin' to the rhythm while the devil try to slow dance
Married to the game, toxic romance
Niggas think they in my lane, they just
Roadkill, ain't got no chance (Haha)
Possess the power to hold G's, guns, and more grams
Move units like a rock and roll band
Me and the Uzi hold hands, spray your whole clan, you understand?
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