You think you got 8-9 lives?
You think you can walk in my shoes?
Youre smoking entirely too much,
Going against me,you lose.
What exactly does that prove?
Your bones aint platinum, you bruise
I hold the ratchet and tool
Pop this b*stard then bloom
I cop it, crash it, get two
I stop and laugh at your crew
Then hop through the top, cuz theres no top
On top of that, Im cool
And I ride with the gatt, rob who?
Im a problem, in fact im two
Im so calm on the track, im smooth
Go anywhere the fukk I choose
I aint no normal nikka
Damn sure never been ordinary
Cant say the same for these other nikkas
Bunch of shyt you done saw already
Armoured kit, and the doors heavy
A nikka gun me, and it wont be there
I move like, the room right
swear to god, only real nikkas up in here
Moneys my favourite smell
Kush is my favourite colour
I love her
And we dont party ways, cuz im a smuggler
Hustler! I keep my mind locked in on my gwop and
Im dime poppin and car shoppin
Thin vesting and 9 glockin
I cant never see crime stopping (why?)
Too many nikkas aint got nothing (right)
Random bodies in sacks dumpin
Most nikkas wanna get a cocked something
That aint you nikka, stop frontin
Cuz I aint never been no fool
You got your tool
And I got mine too
Ill turn you to a fukking pool