I'm no down South rapper, I'm a newyork city boy
No candy painted whips I got a shitty toy
Get rich or die tryin old school unit fifty boy
Biggoe junior mafia bad boy p diddy boy
Yea i Got the blunprint, no resonable doubt
My mackmillis illnatic, u scream until I shout
That's because I'm only built for staten ISl
I don't feel all this happy dancin, I flatten smiles
My guns clappin while, these new emcees ruin rap
Not caring bout the lyrics, y the fuvk they doin that
The dance moves are garbage, lyrics the dump
I'm lookin for some hot beats and lyrics to bump
Everybodys to cracked out, trippin on acid
Can't make a good song to listen and blast it
Theyr blasted them bastards, meet the casket
Because the gun up in the basket, I am gunna flash it
Blast it, stashed it and dipped from the crime scene
Gotta good heart, iron lung and my minds green
And my whole mobbs deep, we all live in infamy
walk a mile in my shoes and u won't get an inch from me
I got the method to smoke tical, get my marijuana on
Girls are little kim slutty, fuck until their mascaras gone
I got fat dro for my whole terror squad
Nice with a gun so they call me baretta god
I spit with big puns and I smoke a big l
Approach u in silence, when I pull the trig yell
Yes I appear nice, I smile and I laugh a lot
But deep down I'm feening to just blast a glock
I hear bastards mock but they don't even know the half of it
Let these fuckers ride, than I'm crashin it