Rapping on the beat with Luke Dan five
Pull up on yo b#tch and she kinda fine
She want the whole crew I’m not digging the vibe
And I pull up on the opps
Tell them n#gg#s to die
It’s money over b#tches
I’m pimpin’ ’em like a Cadillac
b#tches know I’m lit, I got ’em dripping like candle wax
Thinking ’bout the top
Reaching for my belt like a ladder match
He say he want smoke
Plus, his b#tch on my pipe, I had to crack
Rap God, baby, my lyrics could cure cataracts
Arsenal just said
“n#gg#s lucky that you don’t battle rap”
The fake be flipping sides for that money
Just like an acrobat
The real ones gonna ride
Through them ups and downs
Just like a camel’s back
See, I just want to see every one of my man’s paid
Mama in the mansion, relaxing
Don’t need a damn thang
Drinking lemonade with her feet up under the damn shade
n#gg#s didn’t want to believe me
Til’ them bands came
Knowing when I’m going
I’m known to go on a rampage
Madness written all over they faces
Like Macho Man shades
It’s like
Ever since I got my bag right
All these b#tches want to act nice
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