the rhyme king
truth.com
i got banks
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the rhyme king
truth.com
fore you put my name in ya shyt, just know this (what?)
They don't make a shackle strong enough to hold Chris,
And! - There ain't a fence to mankind I can't climb
I'm outta this world. - You outta ya damn mind,
I grind! - No bullshyt in my spare time (nah!)
3rd time's a charm! Wait 'til they hear mine.
The strong kind, done been in a chokehold with' smoke though
Me and Mary Jane like Ice-T and Coco. (whoooo!)
Popo goin' loco, mad I'm able to show dough
Pull me over for tickets, cause I pass like Romo.
Trickin' is a no-no! - She got her own guap so (so!)
She won't gimme my Po' in the Audi Coupe Quatro
Medaline poppin', same place they raised Pablo
Groupies on the potty, sniff coke by the pothole.
Strapped like Movado [kids ovation] henny 'gnac out the bottle
'Till I wobble. - Wake up and do the same shyt tomorrow. (tomorrow!)
My bankroll flowin', growing, look how I'm rollin' (uh!)
Shorty leavin' the show and, duckin', cause she stolen,
Goin' - with' me - tipsy! - Rubbin' up against me,
When I get her out my Bentley I'm a fukk her 'til I'm empty. (uuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooooooh!)
The writer of the century - the PLK!
Them nikkas don't want it with' me, no way!
He ain't no model, he ain't gets mo' dough?, (why?)
Gymstar's do that boy cheek - like a Fila. (Fila!)
Rely on my street ties, 7 days out the week high
We buy whole of Rosie, you know me - from ya knees ma! (whooo!)
From the west to the eastside. - I'm hands down a beast by,
Any means necessary, weaponry we keep, riiiiight? ! [gunshot]
Baby nine is my lady, and I need her by
Hammer send ya ass real high. - Call her: "Nina Sky"!
fukk 4 and a half stars, gimme the 5!
Gimme the 6 with' the kicks and the gleamin' eyes!
I'm in my mid-20's gettin' money (uh!)
Bank$! - The future of this rap shyt, dummy!
I evolve with' the years! - Haterproof, invisible!
The blogs and ya stares (stares!), I'm a God over snares! (snares!)
Goon in the passenger seat, gun in his palm (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
'Cause round here nikkas get foul more than LeBron (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I'll knock ya off the board, you're a pawn!
I fly like the pilot - gettin' my Europe on! (yeah!)
I smoke the competition, lyrical marathon.
Neck look like glitter whenever the camera on. (uh!)
STOP! - You don't wanna nikkas show up on ya block
In all black! - Run you outcha house like Barack. (Barack!)
They debatin' my spot, must've forgot!
Must I get rude, and terminate dude to getcha props!
I be everywhere! - Futuristic, body in Pirelli wear, (yeah!)
Every year! - Trust me! You good dog, we heavy here!
They can't test us! - Them nikkas cross dressers!
And they talkin' all wreckless, so we buy 'em all weapons. (yeah!)
You on the clock nikka, 24 seconds,
Sprint like the celly, 'fore the cops draw sketches!
They don't make a shackle strong enough to hold Chris,
And! - There ain't a fence to mankind I can't climb
I'm outta this world. - You outta ya damn mind,
I grind! - No bullshyt in my spare time (nah!)
3rd time's a charm! Wait 'til they hear mine.
The strong kind, done been in a chokehold with' smoke though
Me and Mary Jane like Ice-T and Coco. (whoooo!)
Popo goin' loco, mad I'm able to show dough
Pull me over for tickets, cause I pass like Romo.
Trickin' is a no-no! - She got her own guap so (so!)
She won't gimme my Po' in the Audi Coupe Quatro
Medaline poppin', same place they raised Pablo
Groupies on the potty, sniff coke by the pothole.
Strapped like Movado [kids ovation] henny 'gnac out the bottle
'Till I wobble. - Wake up and do the same shyt tomorrow. (tomorrow!)
My bankroll flowin', growing, look how I'm rollin' (uh!)
Shorty leavin' the show and, duckin', cause she stolen,
Goin' - with' me - tipsy! - Rubbin' up against me,
When I get her out my Bentley I'm a fukk her 'til I'm empty. (uuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooooooh!)
The writer of the century - the PLK!
Them nikkas don't want it with' me, no way!
He ain't no model, he ain't gets mo' dough?, (why?)
Gymstar's do that boy cheek - like a Fila. (Fila!)
Rely on my street ties, 7 days out the week high
We buy whole of Rosie, you know me - from ya knees ma! (whooo!)
From the west to the eastside. - I'm hands down a beast by,
Any means necessary, weaponry we keep, riiiiight? ! [gunshot]
Baby nine is my lady, and I need her by
Hammer send ya ass real high. - Call her: "Nina Sky"!
fukk 4 and a half stars, gimme the 5!
Gimme the 6 with' the kicks and the gleamin' eyes!
I'm in my mid-20's gettin' money (uh!)
Bank$! - The future of this rap shyt, dummy!
I evolve with' the years! - Haterproof, invisible!
The blogs and ya stares (stares!), I'm a God over snares! (snares!)
Goon in the passenger seat, gun in his palm (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
'Cause round here nikkas get foul more than LeBron (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I'll knock ya off the board, you're a pawn!
I fly like the pilot - gettin' my Europe on! (yeah!)
I smoke the competition, lyrical marathon.
Neck look like glitter whenever the camera on. (uh!)
STOP! - You don't wanna nikkas show up on ya block
In all black! - Run you outcha house like Barack. (Barack!)
They debatin' my spot, must've forgot!
Must I get rude, and terminate dude to getcha props!
I be everywhere! - Futuristic, body in Pirelli wear, (yeah!)
Every year! - Trust me! You good dog, we heavy here!
They can't test us! - Them nikkas cross dressers!
And they talkin' all wreckless, so we buy 'em all weapons. (yeah!)
You on the clock nikka, 24 seconds,
Sprint like the celly, 'fore the cops draw sketches!
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#ninergang
Banks and it's not even close.
