You did good, $lick (Ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy Rolling with them animals like Noah's Ark Bitch, I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar Spraying in the air hollering: Kill 'em all Slick baby off of that shit Devil from outta that pit Levels to this I been sick Fuck it up, up in the pit I been popping pills and sipping drop I spent 20 years up on that block Beatin' on my chest I feel like Kong Lemme talk my shit it's been too long (Yeah, uh, urrgh) Plugged in like a socket Up in space like a rocket Glock tucked in my pocket Choppa here, it got bodies Bought that bitch a new body Crib came with a lobby Rappers know I'm their papi Sipping drank and rolling slow, my bitch powder her nose Haters mad, they want me sad, but my net worth said no Mad 'cause they still broke Mad I kicked that dope Ten toes, Germ my folk It's your time, gang, go First off I'm that nigga Step in take my picture Grey Five Nine the army Walking deadman, bitch, this thriller I been ducked and ducking, puffin onions Bitches stank, ain't munchin' nothing I been around, still can't call it for nothing These niggas still bluffing and these zooties I'm puffin' Started off giving no fucks a lot Watch me hop in and out keeping it hot Rocks in the dial bussing Kodak bop Get higher than the Moon and stars a lot Stones and the rubies they bussin' like fye Crosshairs on my mind, can't seem to take me out Hol' up, she on my line, gimme some time I can't get away, no time to unwind Hello? Sliding, I'm in my own lane Sliding, in and out of dames Sliding, never needed fame Sliding, you ain't even paid Still don't hold weight Another homicide, another homie died Another subject you couldn't relate to I been out roaming long time, losing my mind I think I just had me a breakthrough, hate you Five nine, bring da business Fifty-nine shots my ammunition Five nine, we draped in linen Five nine, might toss you some pennies Never lookin' back Do my best to cover my tracks Feeding the monkey that's climbing my spine And in return my itches always get scratched Never again have to wait in a line But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sack Fucking a different bitch every night But I'd rather get fucked up and pass out Platinum plaques, stadiums packed Stacking up racks, hoes on my lap Don't give a fuck I need to know where my stash at Losing my mind Wasting my time Ain't doing fine Hating my life Ah, fuck Wear my heart on my sleeve but it ain't Balenciaga Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariaga Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a pussy Why they always looking at me? 'Cause they see what they never could be Oddy Nuff stay on alert Yeah she pulling up her skirt, and then I skrrt Avoid the swell, but still I fucking surf