I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shyt was red
Machetes and them choppers out
bytches with their knockers out
I done fukked ‘em all, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nikka
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nikka
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nikka
Ran the west for a decade nikka, check the bio
Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio
Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino
Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral
You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible
Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival
Dare a nikka try me now, like why me now
Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down
Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah
All my shyt bump like Craig Mack face
Ask your favorite bytch how my dikk taste
Ask your neighbor's bytch how my dikk taste
Don't take orders, I dictate
Get your shyt straight, dikkface
Perpetual Rollies with the big face
I got 'em lovin' the movement
Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin
Top floor at the Biltmore
Say they want a war, shyt, that’s what I’m built for
Loungin’, Miami with the eye candy
bytches names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can’t stand me
God blessed the nikka with more swag than Jigga
More hoes than Trigga, Trigga no, that’s my nikka though
Figure four down, Figueroa
Rick Flair Phantom
All red flannel, nikkas don’t hit me though
Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold
Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope
Love Jimmy, fukk Interscope
I’m a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh
shyt on my lawn,snakes in the grass
I hear ‘em slitherin’ and hissin’ whenever I pass
Ridin’ ‘round in somethin’ French; Khloe Kardash’
Two-hundred on the dash, that’s your ass
like y'all nikkas really gonna look beyond the music?
