This is a real rappers theme music
(*##$ sing to it this how
You cook up some dope with no powder

Donâ??t turn on that stove just
Turn this %#@! up louder
Black Eddie Bauer mask on my face

Like Iâ??m ready to take what is yours
Cause itâ??s ours
Yâ??all stole my style

I %#@! on you like bowels and take
All your princesses (*##$ I am Bowser
$#&@ super powers I got this weed

Gun on my hip now thatâ??s all
That I need I donâ??t play games
Man Iâ??m not in no league and

I donâ??t drop no names but (*##$
I am from Cleveland damn someone tell
Britney we did it again

I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits
Again pour up some Henn

This for the ones who ainâ??t make it
This for the ones who ainâ??t make it
Focus your lens point it at me

And see greatness point it at me
And see greatness Ray need a Benz Dub
Needa all black Mercedes Tezo need all

White he racist but homie
Iâ??m Sayin I need a penthouse thatâ??s
Vacant A-rab money â??Salaam-Alai!@$&â?

The beast is awaken pick up your shotty
My (*##$ is a murderer she got a body
She got that brain summa### laude

My city the jungle donâ??t take that
Safari itâ??s lions itâ??s tigers
Gangsters disciples lords Judas

Itâ??s shanks and them rifles
!@^%s who swear that they
Live by the bible and friends who

Think they deserve more then they
Titled and thats why Iâ?¦
Sail up out of the ghetto away

From the mornings where snow in
That shovel sail up out of this level
Iâ??m tryna be number one why would

I settle sail gone to the
New world no Pinta no
Nina no Santa Maria still keep it hood

With my pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
Drankin my cup working
My wrist

I be spankin my !@#%
Juggle my nuts use your two hands while
I juggle these $#&@s but thats zero

Itâ??s none my hands busy holding
Middle fingers up I donâ??t two things thats
Love n itâ??s trust and I donâ??t

Hate yâ??all Iâ??m jus $#&@in with us and thats word to
Nipsey my hustles mean I can sell blocks to
Ken Griffey

Iâ??m like Lionel Richie
My fans got me touring till 2050
The cycle is evil these verses for

Tino on top of my people and
$#&@ all these fakers canâ??t wait till
You back on your feet the streets need you..

Sail up out of the ghetto away
From the mornings where snow in
That shovel sail up out of this level

Iâ??m tryna be number one why would
I settle sail gone to the
New world no Pinta no

Nina no Santa Maria still keep it hood
With my pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
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