[Verse 1:]
I take them back little bit bit before they forget this.
I'll take any style many styles make a hit shit.
Ya'll niggas forget quick mothaf*cker get with.
In it for the riches in it for the distance.
Old school still smooth will reminisce and.
P rock on the drop snares and the kick stand.
And can I kick in I see with the wrist band.
Man all I'm missin, can we get rich shit.
Everyday big chips, everyday Christmas.
Show me where the riches show me where the bitches.
Take me to the bar I'm a star where the Cris at.
Being broke nigga nope I ain't gonna miss that.
Biggas bout to panic damn it, television panoramic.
Pour the paper out my pocket, bitches throw they panties at me.
Plan to get me on they matty, leaving scratches that's a gimmie.
Niggas grab they glass of henney, all the ladies grab a titty.
That know that they comin tipsy, that know that they comin with me.
Comin with me, in the city we can kick it in the city.
[Chorus:]
Ay yo welcome to the place of the home of greats,
My niggas bout to show you how we do.
Take a talk with us walk with us round the way.
Everybody move when I say move.
Ay yo welcome to the place of the home of greats,
My niggas bout to show you how we do.
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you. But maybe you, you.
[Verse 2:]
But me and you it's a massive difference.
Look around dog ask a nigga, you ain't there yet.
Middle finger last laugh a critics,
That criticize cause I go better than half your lyrics.
You can be the best lyrical lyricist,
But without these types of tracks nigga you can cancel Christmas.
Yea that kinda sounds cocky I know.
But ya'll won't take me serious if I don't give a cocky approach.
Ya'll Know my swag I'm just rockin it more.
Ya'll niggas whack I'm the opposite though, I'm the opposition.
My paper stacked to the top and it grows.
Don't holla at me if your paper's barley moppin the floor.
No stoppin us, see the future like a psychic with binoculars... on.
And I can see I'm bout to take it all over.
Ya'll niggas ain't ready ya'll niggas is slow.
Only handicapped please and niggas stuck in 94.
New shine man catch up with the times man.
Or get your ass left behind yea.
[Chorus]
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[Verse 1:]
I take them back little bit bit before they forget this.
I'll take any style many styles make a hit shit.
Ya'll niggas forget quick mothaf*cker get with.
In it for the riches in it for the distance.
Old school still smooth will reminisce and.
P rock on the drop snares and the kick stand.
And can I kick in I see with the wrist band.
Man all I'm missin, can we get rich shit.
Everyday big chips, everyday Christmas.
Show me where the riches show me where the bitches.
Take me to the bar I'm a star where the Cris at.
Being broke nigga nope I ain't gonna miss that.
Biggas bout to panic damn it, television panoramic.
Pour the paper out my pocket, bitches throw they panties at me.
Plan to get me on they matty, leaving scratches that's a gimmie.
Niggas grab they glass of henney, all the ladies grab a titty.
That know that they comin tipsy, that know that they comin with me.
Comin with me, in the city we can kick it in the city.
[Chorus:]
Ay yo welcome to the place of the home of greats,
My niggas bout to show you how we do.
Take a talk with us walk with us round the way.
Everybody move when I say move.
Ay yo welcome to the place of the home of greats,
My niggas bout to show you how we do.
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you. But maybe you, you.
[Verse 2:]
But me and you it's a massive difference.
Look around dog ask a nigga, you ain't there yet.
Middle finger last laugh a critics,
That criticize cause I go better than half your lyrics.
You can be the best lyrical lyricist,
But without these types of tracks nigga you can cancel Christmas.
Yea that kinda sounds cocky I know.
But ya'll won't take me serious if I don't give a cocky approach.
Ya'll Know my swag I'm just rockin it more.
Ya'll niggas whack I'm the opposite though, I'm the opposition.
My paper stacked to the top and it grows.
Don't holla at me if your paper's barley moppin the floor.
No stoppin us, see the future like a psychic with binoculars... on.
And I can see I'm bout to take it all over.
Ya'll niggas ain't ready ya'll niggas is slow.
Only handicapped please and niggas stuck in 94.
New shine man catch up with the times man.
Or get your ass left behind yea.
[Chorus]
I take them back little bit bit before they forget this.
I'll take any style many styles make a hit shit.
Ya'll niggas forget quick mothaf*cker get with.
In it for the riches in it for the distance.
Old school still smooth will reminisce and.
P rock on the drop snares and the kick stand.
And can I kick in I see with the wrist band.
Man all I'm missin, can we get rich shit.
Everyday big chips, everyday Christmas.
Show me where the riches show me where the bitches.
Take me to the bar I'm a star where the Cris at.
Being broke nigga nope I ain't gonna miss that.
Biggas bout to panic damn it, television panoramic.
Pour the paper out my pocket, bitches throw they panties at me.
Plan to get me on they matty, leaving scratches that's a gimmie.
Niggas grab they glass of henney, all the ladies grab a titty.
That know that they comin tipsy, that know that they comin with me.
Comin with me, in the city we can kick it in the city.
[Chorus:]
Ay yo welcome to the place of the home of greats,
My niggas bout to show you how we do.
Take a talk with us walk with us round the way.
Everybody move when I say move.
Ay yo welcome to the place of the home of greats,
My niggas bout to show you how we do.
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you. But maybe you, you.
[Verse 2:]
But me and you it's a massive difference.
Look around dog ask a nigga, you ain't there yet.
Middle finger last laugh a critics,
That criticize cause I go better than half your lyrics.
You can be the best lyrical lyricist,
But without these types of tracks nigga you can cancel Christmas.
Yea that kinda sounds cocky I know.
But ya'll won't take me serious if I don't give a cocky approach.
Ya'll Know my swag I'm just rockin it more.
Ya'll niggas whack I'm the opposite though, I'm the opposition.
My paper stacked to the top and it grows.
Don't holla at me if your paper's barley moppin the floor.
No stoppin us, see the future like a psychic with binoculars... on.
And I can see I'm bout to take it all over.
Ya'll niggas ain't ready ya'll niggas is slow.
Only handicapped please and niggas stuck in 94.
New shine man catch up with the times man.
Or get your ass left behind yea.
[Chorus]