Yea
You know who it is
BANKS
Niggas talkin all crazy, like I'm a talk back to em
Naw I'm a let the gat tattoo em
And I can't get it in, I'll jus black blue em
Like Ezel and P.Miller, screw em
Bring your best rapper to me and I'll chew em
Mike Vick em, OJ em, Ray Carue em
I'm part intelligent part schitzo
And my pain it should help shit grow
Rap Klitzco, every punch is hard
You can't take that from me it come from God
My trunk small and shit
My engine on my back
Like South Jamaica, I'm fuckin mack
Ya'll little niggas, go and pump a pack
Green Gang bars, ain't no punkin that
My coffee shop sell weed in it
I damn near overdose every visit
Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street
And sell pussy like bread minus the blood shed
Lamb logo blood red
More rings than Chicago, nuff said
My mommy had heart attacks back to back, Sorry
But I wasn't really thinkin bout rap
And my pops jus passed I had to think about that
That can be enough to set a nigga of track. I'm back
In fact, niggas know exactly what to do. And what not to do
Anythings possible. See I'm back, Everything else, really don't matter from here on out
I pop bottles like a beat a case
My mind race at a cheetahs pace, with addidas lace
They fell in love with my neck, I don't need a face
Nigga you ain't got shit if you don't need a safe
These youngins get extorted every year
By old niggas with salt and pepper hair
Shits rough I lower a coffin every year
Funeral arrangements and mortuary care
Yea, I'm in a class with a few
Like a spec-ed kid, eatin glue
I'm colder than a baby abandoned
The cannon will lay down everything standin
Go head stunt end up like Brandon
You come to me better be God's plannin
Don't get your ears popped like your landin
I'm flyin spurin, radar scramblin
Puerto Rican but I speak dough fluent
Bachelor pad don't gotta sneak hoes to it
I speed through the yellows and run the reds
They hear about if you bump heads, cause they'll be dumb lead
If I ain't top 5 who is?
I'm lyrically loved in every town you live
Scarface cameras all around the crib
Niggas slip on the grass get hit with the sig
They sick though and my plane 1st class for the rain
Turbalance got me rockin champagne stains
If I get 4 lanes, I'm a do my time
I get 200 or somethin, with a flow of mines
Cuttin grass, cause nine niggas mowin mine
Look directly in the watch, you goin blind
I'm flyest nigga doin it ask yo mom
My shit the bomb they used back in 'Nam
Your soulmate wanna ride shotgun
And pretend like she don't got one
You know what's next minagin on the yacht son
Ready to unload like a cop gun
You get pregnant then it's to the chop shop
Cause I don't change diapers, I change drop tops
Most wanted number with my black glock cocked
Real nigga unit boy til my clock stop tickin
You know
Unit
T.O.S Boy!
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