they told me to come clever whatever he don t make it s on you so i be who i be and do what i gotta do i m one of the few the proud and the pimpest in this business i be the swiftest when i kick this as if you didn t know it s thorough from that suave camp best vamp champ or get licked like a mail stamp amps and beats techniques is what i come with gangsters and pimps and ballers is who i fuck with fuck nobody s safe when i see demons in the mirror wicked as fuck feeling like a murderin killer witness i m on the defense like johnny coch now give up your things mister before this glock hit the proper spot blocks on phones they won t leave they homes peeping through cracks cause blacks be coming back from all that past crap strap on your bulletproof vest and combat boots it s nigga nigga day and this time we gon bomb on you baby blue eyes disguise that s wise made me lose my nine five got myself a four five i m aiming spraying not playing with their vertebraes these the murder days so many niggas must come wicked we done heard of ways i see one two niggas actin live three seconds pass fore i blast with my four five six shots seven cops just to take 8ball nine witnesses reported all the shit they recalled everlasting blasting niggas running fast when buckin got em ducking putting suckers in the past tense i be the holder of the gat therefore i shall not run a psychic couldn t see such a feature for my mama s son nigga breath taker the overweight trouble maker fake trick breaker tennessee earthquaker shaking grounds when i m walking smoking fat onion i get lit then beat the shit out of paul bunyan fighting clash of the titans on your dial i m gettin blitzed stickin on medusa doggystyle word g you heard me the wicked bitch served me now i m playing soccer gotta kick her to the curb g but she s not with it put a spell on the fat mack i hate smacking hoes but i can t help but to go back i sound like a fiend every time is the last time could this be reality or all in my mind  spill nines like fluid do it like some g s they know me from colombian streets to portuguese i got more scratch than fleas i got more gats than these high powered sour niggas steady slinging crack to fiends at ease take a look at some black g s scoping the president take over residence like black kings stack g s with phat keys rats ease on your properties popping me for my black cheese i had a cracker on my scope and my finger still itching visions of killing and then the strap start spitting hitting the prez plottin payback on the devil a rebel and a mason is what you snakes facing chasing traders with my data cause a hater should be caught and peep game when it s being taught ought to picture this a boss lyricist seeing niggas taking shots and them same niggas getting hit spit the gift and got fam like gotti hitting her like hobbies killing everybody lift my head grip the bed and i check the time it s all a dream i seen in my fucking mind two hundred eighty pounds of hay every damn day i have to test a twenty five lighters on my dresser yessir breakfast being served by a ho that look like jeannie she grants my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini teeny tiny as a barbie doll summer set she all up in my house but i still ain t hit that pussy yet i gives props to my butler cause he know that i know on the down low he s a chiefin muh fucker for you now as i flips through my calendar i spots a winner involved with three more freaky hoes wanna have dinner but i can t do it cause my schedule just too tight i just phoned quincy jonessaid he needs my help tonight he wanted me to pick the strong from the wimps them players with them limps and make a song called we are the pimps i calls ball ball calls the crew we met up at the penthouse and paris round 2 do you know the code to the fence if you don t then move on cause you ain t got no home in this residence it s evident that i m daydreaming high all the time every last line all in my mind1