I wan know what take some look upon, a-what dem hear about Eh, how you know dem? How you ever hear about dem? You ever create a dimension of the business yet? And we are the only badman sound about here So some boy fi come and chill Say, I want to dem, I come out of a big star What if I'm a star? I am moved, I am big on dem I want to dem Ayo, finesse you like African scammers, diamonds flashing on camera Rockin' on Casablanca at the Copacabana All I know is fast dough, dope smoke and the hammers Push the Lambo' slow in Atlanta Got a rich coke head that sniff blow off a planter Rather be the next Sosa than the Tony Montana With a tag on his toe and five holes in his bandana Watch for the double cross like you guarding The Answer They say the phone, food, and microwaves is causing the cancer Fake vaccines and black teens are shooting your mans up Throwing 762s through your Nissan Stanza You peons will never advance up, you bottom feeders (You niggas bums!) Roaches that I step on in thousand dollar sneakers Live from where they rob the preacher, only God can reach us (Damn) Seen the fentanyl fuck up all the broad's features Prom queen, now she fiend Felicia (What the fuck?) This the razor blade, Rome Santeria in your speaker, voodoo Do you niggas like I never knew you Kill you from the inside like a bullet from a 22 Ain't shit changed, brain still got a few loose screws Was a young Ace hoping one day to meet Lulu That shit is lit, I get brick bread to spill, who knew? I seen money fall from the sky Seen shit live, shit die, seen signs from the Most High Seen a sly greedy-eyed devil in a bow tie Bite the hand that fed his hungry mouth, I don't know why Why play the game if you ain't gon' go the whole nine? I seen a righteous man do a scam, sniff a blow line A dumb digger quit before he hit the gold mine When I spit, you bitch niggas get no shine You had chips but you lost it all 'cause you ain't switch or broke mine Slime, you'll get hit with the clip out the gold snot Always a fly nigga but I been the shit the whole time Dope boy, the cuddies that bought coke is my co-sign Folding C-notes, was locked from '06 to '09 At your neck like the Stone Cold clothesline Rock bottom taught me way more than the top did Had to go hard, kick in the door, how you think Chris got big? Selling bad boy made a few fiends drop dead Worthless, walking this earth if you ain't got bread That's a known fact Where I'm from, you either wanna be Jay-Z, LeBron, or Peter Rollock