I’m zoned in, feel important
I’m pourin’ and overflowin’
Reloadin’ the burner
Payin’ the heat bill out when it’s stormin’
I’m floorin’, top of the mornin’
Like Kendrick, I am supported
By industries, feelin’ me
She gon’ need me, but I am rollin’
I make a killin’
I fill the space, hush up
Cops in front of us, swinging nunchucks
Drift through the night until I upchuck
Tires smokin’ rubber, f#cked up (Ayy, who is you?)
I’m that guy that slides
f#ckin’ it up ’til I die
Dangerous, committin’ crimes, on f#ckin fire
I’m ragin’, I’m outta time
Who is you?
I’m that shlip, that slime
Pourin’ up like wine, drippin’ too
Coming to take a the top
Tikkita-tikkita watch
‘Til we pullin’ through
In the stu’, it’s hazy
Brand new shoes, the latest
Nеver behind on my payments
High rollеr in Vegas
Not f#ckin’ with you ’cause you nameless, b#tch
Rollie piece, fat ruby red wrist
Charizard lit, shit’s glowin’ fire
Choppin’ bricks, that piece on me
About to morph, that Zanpakutō, yeah
Have ya feinting back
Hit that dip and a j#p
Like Pac, I’ll f#ck you up
Hit that funk, wrist flick
Knocked out, sh#t that yoppa blowin’, baow
f#ck ’round, f#ck ’round
You gonna find out
I cut it, I flip it, I’m back on the road
Back in the Benz, you already know
You dirty, laundromat, crease no fold
Gold slits on my neck with gold silk on my robes
This that high end livin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Mid range with high end tilted (Yeah, yeah)
Insane, out my mind, I’m livid (Yeah, yeah)
Rampage in the eyes, no vision (Yeah, yeah)
I got that
Stick ’em down
Kung-Fu, like Chinatown
Xinpeng, we lockin’ down
Oh, you a menace now
Sad, get ’em, baow
It be that bloody m#th*rf#ck*r, I fell in love with homicide
Mr. Bone crusher
I’m the blood gusher
I might kill you p#ss# m#th*rf#ck*rs (Wait, wait)
I might creep into yo’ crib with Yumi
Blades on me, like what you doing?
Bone collector, body chewing
Balling just like Patrick Ewing
Mr. Crypt creeper, blood seeker, I’m a heart eater
I’m the grim reaper, body eater, now you six feet deeper
Rollie piece, fat ruby red wrist
Charizard lit, shit’s glowin’ fire
Choppin’ bricks, that piece on me
About to morph, that Zanpakutō, yeah
Have ya feinting back
Hit that dip and a j#p
Like Pac, I’ll f#ck you up
Hit that funk, wrist flick
Knocked out, sh#t that yoppa blowin’, baow
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