[Chorus:] It may not mean nothing to yall But understand nothing was done for me So I dont plan on stopping at all I want this shit forever mine, ever
probably right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites
an' Israeli-ans The top story, evenin' news I'm the shit, they been deceivin' you Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville, shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke
Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for
need people like me, you need people like me So you can point your fuckin' fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy, go on
regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on
tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold
was I'm talkin' like we was gone but we never was So I deliver the truth uncut We produce more hits got the booth fucked up On top of the statue yellin
'all wanna feel Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna kill Just keep it real when it come to me 'Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungry On my
wanna fuck us (ha) I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?) I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us Top
Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin
to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on
stacks Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on
Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my
these niggas) the game is in trouble, but help is on the way i do it for the niggas that flip a brick er'day (im killing these niggas) still the realest
heaven, he tell me stay on my grind Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin' on Martin
now Think you motherfucker really, really need to cool out 'Cause you will never get on top of this So mami best advice is just to get on top of this