This rhyme
Was inspired by six-nine
So when you getting money
Just know you can get time
And don't ask kids
For vocals and ad-libs
If you tryna build a brand
That started from bad biz
In the streets keep ya heart
Where ya home is at
And you just gotta assume
That the phone is tapped
I mean even in a group
Your alone in fact
If that went over ya head
They got drones for that
Wives get sodomized
To these 95 vibes
Brought my nigga a vest
Cause it was Bottem Line size
I done used eight up
Out of nine lives
I don't need 50 cent
I got five dimes
That'll cook clean
Look mean
Dust off prints
Might have fuck Joe Buddens
But ain't jump off since
And Im from Latimer
Yeah we use to pump on Prince
And when the money got low
We use to dump on pimps
A lot of shit change
When the real nigga's left
Brought a Yankee hat
But I still where the Mets
So valid told Khalid
That I feel we the best
As long as its Privy Life
Y'all gonna feel me to death
So I push power
Kush sour
More money respect
And that Bush power
What you expect
We'd be shook cowards
Now they looking upset
We done took ours
I heard enough nigga's whispering
So now Im bare witnessing
To finish them
Its them again
Airing nigga's out
For the Benjamins
But then again
Im spitting 10,000 damn bars
Just to show these rappers
Ain't nobody rocking like ours
Got a posse like shower
Carry Tommys like power
Every sentence get fouler
Its the grimy nigga hour
Nigga's get em then I got em
Cock back then I shot em
Only cause I made a promise
And I put it on my mama
Its a whole lot ganja
Rolled out of phonto
Talking rappers out of Queens
Yeah we the head honchos
Go head and ask poncho
I use to push bronco
Been doing it since the gong show
I do it with my eyes closed
Live on the set
Bottem shine like beggets
On my tombstone tell them
That I died for respect
In the meantime
Im talking between time
Never let a thing slide
I vow to squeeze mine
Buzzing like a beehive
Screaming who you be slime
You know how we ride
Im live from the Eastside
Put on for my boro my city
I mean the whole state
New York New York
Every murder is a cold case
Raekwon the chef
When its time to let coke bake
Sucker I will bring it to your grill like Colgate
Splitting up dutch
You gonna have roll a whole 8th
When it comes to punchlines
Im known to make the globe shake
The name really hold weight
Privy slash Boyz life
If you talking spitters from Queens
Nigga we all nice
You heard right
Cook shit
G on his bully
And book shit
Make a movie out the nigga
He move when I took shit
Blue Steele six shots
Aint do no push shit
But its all muscle
Get something nice up in my grip
You know the drip
When Im on something
I be on something
See your I think its mine
Bien aqui
I back the shit
Yeah you know the language
The aura you get is cool
But you feel Im dangerous
Give it smooth
Or they'll be making you some floor arrangements
Don't ignore the paper
Send some youngins
Like yo make him part of nature
Plant a nigga if you slow
See G
You think of dough
So Amazen how I do it
Bottemline son Im on
I roam that's a known fact
Spot some shines like a fatty
And get on that
What up sweetie
Give it nice or get thrown back
Them .357 shells will make em moan for that
Its G