Yeah, yeah
***** just, you know what i'm sayin’, the king of, you know
King of talkin' ****
Yeah, yeah
You don't know how far, you don’t know how much
You don't go, when you ******' with the blow
Yeah, we goin'
Yeah, yeah yeah
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie down
My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down (Real ****)
I'm ******' these hoes, I want it all like an only child
About to take a trip, I got coke and **** on my grocery list
Oxycontin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic
Stood up on my demon, the machine ain't never promoted this
Coldest ***** you ever heard on Alan or Otis ****
(And you know this ****)
*****, it’s liquid golden when I’m over **** (Yeah)
I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest ****
I should grow a muh ******' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe
***** say I got ’em for his weight, I shot him in his face
That ***** boy was dead right (Dead right)
It's just a freestyle, let a ***** breathe
I don't know what's worse
To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a *****’s cheese
Had to cut a couple ******* off
I guess they used to think that they was out a ***** league
Ghostface, I got ice cream
Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese
You don't know how far
That **** easier than writing
You can go, how much
Federal photographers
You can grow, how far
I don't know why the **** I wanted to say that, ****
You can go, when you ******' with the blow
From a seven hundred square foot apartment
Never claim to be the king of New Orleans
Though my new castle one of the largest
From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures
My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute
If they really thought they knew somethin'
They would've been came to come get me
Not sayin' that they would've got me, though
You copy, bro, I'm out at Mojave
Desert, dune-buggies and Kawasakis
You gotta know to have fun with your money
Young hustler, watch me
Keep hittas around me
'Cause ****** be clownin', can't trust nobody
It might be your partner that drop your body
That **** not shockin'
I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime
Scribblin' lines on her mirror
******* nose dive, who am I
You don't know how far
You can go, how much you can grow, how far
You can go, when you ******' with the blow
You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke?
Well, I always wanted to try, you know
But you want to, right? Why not?
It's great stuff, Alvy
A friend of mine just brought it over from California