Look, I feel like I'm the grimiest nigga ever Iron in the Dsquared leather, fire it at whoever Retire niggas forever, swiss cheese 'em and six-feet 'em We don't play fair, we fifth squeezin', it's blick season Wear a vest, we air TECs Hollows tear flesh, or I'll pistol-whip you to a near death Fuck who saw it, I could care less I'm Prince of Bel-Air fresh, I came up gettin' money on that stair set Thirty shells pop, get ya bell rocked Shells in ya top, I got this shit well-locked Respected by the killers and niggas that sell blocks Leave ya finger in ya mother's fuckin mailbox Look, I gotta be a savage Pop the chopper, you see fire on the nozzle of it flashin' My young boy shot more niggas than you could possibly imagine Call it Hell on Earth, nigga—Prodigy and Havoc If I ruled the world I let the rat niggas rot and let the real niggas free If I ruled the world I take it back to '05 when coke prices was eighteen a key If I ruled the world I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G If I ruled the world I keep a loaded MAC on me 'cause everybody gon' wanna be me Look, KITH sweats with the fully tucked Shark head when I throw my hoodie up Can smell the OG when I'm pullin' up Got whatever on the flow, nigga, put it up Haha, big Dutch in my hand Seen ya favorite rapper, smacked his double cup out his hand Hahahahaha, bet it fucked up his whole image I'm O-Dog in that liquor store, I'm a menace, I'm the illest 1700 for the britches Silk shirt, the Master P Versaces on vintage Slime, we did it, kicked in the door, we 'bout to kill it But I will still push a nigga shit back, don't get it twisted, bitches If I ruled the world I let the rat niggas rot and let the real niggas free If I ruled the world I take it back to '05 when coke prices was eighteen a key If I ruled the world I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G If I ruled the world I keep a loaded MAC on me 'cause everybody gon' wanna be me Griselda by Fashion Rebels