What Set You Claim

[Chorus]
I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every 
studio I visit it was set in flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame, twist 
up your your fingers nigga let em know what set you claim, 
hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem , where they mack and 
revolve em if he ask for a problem, walk up in the building
 clack
up and rob em, harlem nigga, the men in black couldn't 
guard em

[Verse1:]
(hey) I'm in the rover grining wit a couple older women, 
and all the windows down just so you can know I'm winning
(yea thats me) but if the doja trippin' trust there wont be
 no avenges(why)
I'll put you all in trunks, like you niggas going swimming 
(blaat)
Get you off quick, for the slow dough I'm spinnin (what's 
dat?)
You'll see a row of henchmen(when?)
soon as I throw a lincoln, not to overmention nigga you was
 cheap(why
If you cripple me, I'd still be on my feet, lyircally I'm 
heat, turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got 
that
hunger that you had when you first started, hood to the 
burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer that nigga 
you
salute when you see , cuz

[Chorus:]
I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every 
studio I visit it was set in flames
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame, twist 

up your your fingers nigga let em know what set you claim, 
hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem , where they mack and 
revolve em if he ask for a problem, walk up in the building
 clack
up and rob em, harlem nigga, the men in black couldn't 
guard em

[Verse2:]
I'm a diplomat OC, yous a midget scrap stop, for this fifth
 or mack pop, sit you in a black box, got my fitted
cap twisted back, in the lac drop, theres some chick i 
mack, in the back givin that top, I'm a smooth mothafucka, 
with
killa rap props, the kid is trash not, I am skipping past 
hot, you ain't spittin crack rock, new airs with the
see-through fronts,chump(why?) so you can see me diplomat 
socks ha, you ain't heard of who? i skip by in 
convertibles,
at summer jam i was performing for 50,000 thousand, where 
were you?
fuck what they said, you forever a biter, and ain't got 
enough swag to be better then writer, cuz

[Chorus:]
I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every 
studio I visit it was set in flames
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame, twist 
up your your fingers nigga let em know what set you claim, 
hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem , where they mack and 
revolve em if he ask for a problem, walk up in the building
 clack
up and rob em, harlem nigga, the men in black couldn't 
guard em