The way I'm feeling, I could tear the ceiling of this bitch,
Go and spend a million out this bitch when I'm rich,
Nah, better yet, go and make a billion from this shit,
I'm the realest when I spit,
I'm Sicilian to my dick, this is Mafia shit,
Aint no stopping me from dropping these apocryphal hits,
It's impossible quit, you can't see me on some optical shit,
So hop off of my dick,
It always seems, everyone is using me,
But where were you when I was rocking out the music scene,
You fucking useless fiend, look at what you do to me,
So no more using me, better just get used to me,
I'm grade A, couldn't B me,
Couldn't C me on my D so please,
E's of the gas, or the F is for flat,
I'ma G, getting H to the I from a J,
Fuck around, put the K to his face,
Then lay him in his place and take an L to the face,
Wait, no more rapping bout the alphabet.
You listen closely homie you can hear the sound of death,
The beats dying, sad, I keep crying,
Emcee's keep trying to come and heat iron,
D's they keep lying, smeez's they keep eyeing,
I keep nine in mine, I squeeze, and you see Zion,
Bygones, will never be bygones,
Fuck around and turn this mother fucker into Saigon,
Ahhhh, hah I'ma box you like a Scion,
I'ma fly mother fucker, I'm on Saturn, Ion,
I thank Jesus, for the size of my penis,
And the mind of a genius, never mind, you a fetus,
Kindness is weakness, so we not the same kind,
I pop the pussy and the nine at the same time,
You all my sons, but none of them's the same Mom,
I'm dropping A-Bombs, fill the air with Napalm,
I'm always hanging with them villain's call me Saddam,
I think I've gone too far, homie I'm way gone.
And when I make it I aint ever looking back again,
Hit the gas as I pass and laugh at them,
And now they mad because I won't come back for them,
But don't you worry little city I'll be back again.
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Go and spend a million out this bitch when I'm rich,
Nah, better yet, go and make a billion from this shit,
I'm the realest when I spit,
I'm Sicilian to my dick, this is Mafia shit,
Aint no stopping me from dropping these apocryphal hits,
It's impossible quit, you can't see me on some optical shit,
So hop off of my dick,
It always seems, everyone is using me,
But where were you when I was rocking out the music scene,
You fucking useless fiend, look at what you do to me,
So no more using me, better just get used to me,
I'm grade A, couldn't B me,
Couldn't C me on my D so please,
E's of the gas, or the F is for flat,
I'ma G, getting H to the I from a J,
Fuck around, put the K to his face,
Then lay him in his place and take an L to the face,
Wait, no more rapping bout the alphabet.
You listen closely homie you can hear the sound of death,
The beats dying, sad, I keep crying,
Emcee's keep trying to come and heat iron,
D's they keep lying, smeez's they keep eyeing,
I keep nine in mine, I squeeze, and you see Zion,
Bygones, will never be bygones,
Fuck around and turn this mother fucker into Saigon,
Ahhhh, hah I'ma box you like a Scion,
I'ma fly mother fucker, I'm on Saturn, Ion,
I thank Jesus, for the size of my penis,
And the mind of a genius, never mind, you a fetus,
Kindness is weakness, so we not the same kind,
I pop the pussy and the nine at the same time,
You all my sons, but none of them's the same Mom,
I'm dropping A-Bombs, fill the air with Napalm,
I'm always hanging with them villain's call me Saddam,
I think I've gone too far, homie I'm way gone.
And when I make it I aint ever looking back again,
Hit the gas as I pass and laugh at them,
And now they mad because I won't come back for them,
But don't you worry little city I'll be back again.
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