[Intro:]We gon' knock this right outWe gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga!Yeah![Verse:]Really?Fuckin' “Condom Style”? “Get your jig on”?You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig onNigga I be goin H. A. M. Till the pig goneAll this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!Body Cass, put 'em in a body bagBroke nigga, we should put you in a bodycastReal nigga, all I know is get a lot of cashI took you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!My story, all guts, gloryPosted on the corner, Glock. 40 tucked on me20 years on me, me and my armyFeelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm meI came from the bottom where they never make it atWith all my jewels on they ain't never takin' thatThere's rules to the game I ain't never breakin' thatAnd once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it backYou lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fameI got 30 in my clip I can park in your framePlus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and changeWe talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my nameJust to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggasG550 when we glide on you niggas likeClyde on you niggas, homicide on you niggaI ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, soWhy you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a LakerIt's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin fakerAnd I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!Black Maserati, chinchillas from PapiTen killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkisI remember nights on corners with beef and broccoliRice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got meAll gold ap, same watch as Jay-ZBallin' like I'm kd, how can niggas play me?If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay meDrophead with the top down and the A. C.On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma DonThe coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawnAnd like 20 for a half lil nigga do the mathAnd you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for thatYou ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' atYou ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attackBye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb nowFucking all these superstars like “Who Meek Milly bomb now?”Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie poundsYou niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my townI heard your car got re-poedBut this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'dThem Twitter niggas fucking with your egoYou in the field tryna turn to God like TebowNaw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked niggaAll-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse niggaBeen a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth niggaJust to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt niggaWhat you made this year? What you worth nigga?I dropped “Dreams & Nightmares, ” I made church niggaI did “I'ma Boss, ” youngin' set the summer offMan these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!Ha! Get your hate on CassAnd we ain't talking larceny cause they all trashAnd your goons ain't riding witcha, they all madCause you ain't never put no food up in ar absMy dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from itNow you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from himOnce my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'D. C. Nigga, you P. C. NiggaWhile you was scared, I was eatin' chichi niggaTalking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggasAll I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef niggaGot a matte black Aston, gold rims on itBitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on itCashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on itAll my guns come with extends on itDuck? And hit up, tuck nigga you lit upCause you looking like food my youngins ready to get upCall you for a verse and tell you to write some shit upBoom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah[Outro:]You know you fucked up right?The “hustla”You know you fucked up right?Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggasI came in the game, I ain't even signed a year niggaI got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put togetherY'all niggas ain't do shit!Talkin' all this Philly shitY'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here niggaAll my niggas drive foreigns!My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggasCoon copped that 'Rari, you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!You can't come to Philly no more!And not even because of this, you was never comin' to PhillyYou been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!
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