Who the $#&@ is this?
Luca G the best lyricist
The one that you don't wanna diss

That's always in a state of bliss
Sendin' rappers straight to abyss
I got more lines than a call center

Everything I do is for chedder
After I spit, applaud ya better
Lyrics hotter than wearin' a warm sweater

On a 40 degree day, where it's hot and theres no shade
I'm the switch in the blade
The glitch that's got ya frayed

The stitch in the way
Showin' you rappers how to play and exactly what to say
Satisfactory will run you stray

You need dope bars with lots of weight
If you wanna smoke cigars and get payed
Drive fast cars and forget about dismay

Watch ya friends and count ya paper, cause money won't betray
Cause if ya get rich
There'll always be someone that'll pretend to be your friend, just to get the keys to your Benz

And watch out for the snitch
Cause when that friend pretends, he's always got a means to an end
And in the end everyone wants the paper

After he gets it; that friend will disappear like vapor
Big said it, and people still don't get it 18 years later
Damn, everyone wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, everyone wanna stick me for my paper, damn
Rest in peace
Notorious B.I.G