[ Featuring Estee Nack ]
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Ayo, yo
You kill one of us? We killin' ten of yours
Shooters on each corner, my trap like the Pentagon
Got the walkie-talkie, pop you by the center bone
I had to Facetime him
He wore a Prada jumper on the phone
Took his necklace, tennis neckslace
Don't make me have to come and tag team your whole shit
Balenciaga Triple S'
Still smell burgers on my Wednesday tray
Y'all late sayin' I'm ill, I been this way
You ever rob ten bricks and sold ten bricks all in a day?
Slim Jim hit it, still flew right out of space
Looked at my man and seen hate his face
Touched my soul 'cause if I kill him, a heart gon' break
Rubbed the Pyrex, granted my first wish
No investigation please on the first, hundred thousand bricks
Know the rules, can't say something, get your family tree chopped
Allah first, Niggas readin' Qurans up in D block
Touch Super Flygod, that's wrong
Fly from heroin sales, if the bullets ever stay calm
Big Pootie drive for three hours just to have a vision on the TV
Now all these rap niggas wanna be me (wanna be me)
I need a bouquet of Martin Roses
The pain always comes from people that's closest
That's why I pray six times a day and stay focused (uh-huh)
Tom Ford button up but the buttons open by the ocean
Yeah uh-huh (woah), Nackman (yeah)
The greatest, it's amazing, feel the essence
Son (ch'yeah)
Addicts blow the phone (ring)
Polaroid picture, I'm stacking Provolone
Customer cooking methamphetamines out of his mobile home
Loading zone (back it up)
My dawgs moving as soon as I throw the bone
Niggas is looking like you could hold a loan (toma)
Indoor cologne
Cobra skin, rest in peace Soulja Slim (yeah)
Knowledge of self, show me to go with it (peace)
Got the ball rolling now we knockin' down bitches like bowling pins (mami)
Whatever the motion, we havin' dough to spend (ching)
Roam the city in stealth mode (yeah)
Black and white Adidas shell-toe (I'm out)
Coppers tryna make charges stick to me like velcro (woo)
Tryna sell coke product 'fore they miss out and sell dough (yeah)
Ounces of elbow
Cutty want a cut, I said hell no (nah, son, nah)
It's a human science (word)
You front the addict the package, you tryna lose the client (adlib)
Yo, let me summarize (listen)
He take a hit and catch butterflies
Why pay you back when he can just keep it and spend his shit
On the next hit he get from the other guy? Nullified (word)
F*ck you expect, homie? He's double-fried (he cooked)
When he walked in his crib past ten o'clock in the morning
His wife and kid seen him and they was horrified (boo)
Woah, yeah (conyo)
La cosa de la vida
