I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nikka, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bytches among us
Try not to let this bullshyt become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bytches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead bytch, the Reaper done came
I suggest nikkaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
nikkaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
It's a crime that this song was cut from The Blueprint.
That flow is just
My first brick did it
I knew I was addicted
When I flipped it to four
Then I whipped it to more
And it's like the streets call you
How could you leave me after all I done for you?
Who else would employ you?
I made you feel royal
All it took was some oil some water some baking soda
To make you Hova
My first taste of power, I'm numb off the feeling
I'm done off nikkas I can't stop dealing
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