This is a real rappers theme music
Bitch sing to it this how
You cook up some dope with no powder
Don’t turn on that stove just
Turn this shit up louder
Black Eddie Bauer mask on my face
Like I’m ready to take what is yours
Cause it’s ours
Y’all stole my style
I shit on you like bowels and take
All your princesses bitch I am Bowser
Fuck super powers I got this weed
Gun on my hip now that’s all
That I need I don’t play games
Man I’m not in no league and
I don’t drop no names but bitch
I am from Cleveland damn someone tell
Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits
Again pour up some Henn
This for the ones who ain’t make it
This for the ones who ain’t make it
Focus your lens point it at me
And see greatness point it at me
And see greatness Ray need a Benz Dub
Needa all black Mercedes Tezo need all
White he racist but homie
I’m Sayin I need a penthouse that’s
Vacant A-rab money “Salaam-Alaikum”
The beast is awaken pick up your shotty
My bitch is a murderer she got a body
She got that brain summa cum laude
My city the jungle don’t take that
Safari it’s lions it’s tigers
Gangsters disciples lords Judas
It’s shanks and them rifles
Whores who swear that they
Live by the bible and friends who
Think they deserve more then they
Titled and thats why I…
Sail up out of the ghetto away
From the mornings where snow in
That shovel sail up out of this level
I’m tryna be number one why would
I settle sail gone to the
New world no Pinta no
Nina no Santa Maria still keep it hood
With my pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
Drankin my cup working
My wrist
I be spankin my slut
Juggle my nuts use your two hands while
I juggle these fucks but thats zero
It’s none my hands busy holding
Middle fingers up I don’t two things thats
Love n it’s trust and I don’t
Hate y’all I’m jus fuckin with us and thats word to
Nipsey my hustles mean I can sell blocks to
Ken Griffey
I’m like Lionel Richie
My fans got me touring till 2050
The cycle is evil these verses for
Tino on top of my people and
Fuck all these fakers can’t wait till
You back on your feet the streets need you..
Sail up out of the ghetto away
From the mornings where snow in
That shovel sail up out of this level
I’m tryna be number one why would
I settle sail gone to the
New world no Pinta no
Nina no Santa Maria still keep it hood
With my pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
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