You know who the fuck it is
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request
[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off?

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