(Verse 1)
Kells
Who the f**k want it with em?
We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I’m gone I’m rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pu**y like a bong, f**k show business
We in the jungle with the guerrillas
We in the streets with the 4 wheelers
Don’t speak I am no witness
You got beef? put an end till you talk like long sentence. period
Motherf**ker I’m serious
Who’s you’re favorite rapper, I’m curious?
He ain’t living out them words
He ain’t used machine gun burst in the trap cause his ass got murked
I’m talking in the 3rd
I’m talking to a stealer and he ain’t from the Burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherf**ker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, Twerk something
Bi**h f**k me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it worth nothing
Try to stunt on me the worst coming
Motherf**kers gonna need some plumbing I am the s**t
I feel like eating something, feed my stomach, give me a rapper
Make it 100, f**k give em the hubble telescope
They couldn’t see the younging
No, f**k it let em get a lil something, bring em to the block do a lil stunting
That ain’t nothing
Erry where I go I’m putting on I ain’t bluffing
Erry where I go I’m putting on, Bi**h I run it. Kells
(Chorus)
This song got a motherf**ker feeling like Pac tho, thug life
Picture me rolling 3X
This song got a motherf***er feeling like Pac tho, thug life
Picture me rolling 3X
(Verse 2)
Picture me rich
Picture everybody with a picture of me hanging on the wall like Prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer looking at a picture on her phone Of my big ol d**k
Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I’m the king of my city
Picture all this s**t starting out as a dream, staring at a picture of Martin Luther King
Bi**h that’s my reaction
Trying to make it happen from rapping
Trying to avoid me a casket
Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad will turn to a fraction
Cause Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho
It’s hard not to get caught up in it at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it ain’t true, tell me name on that paper work ain’t you
If you ain’t snitching then why is you home
Stupid decision bi**h better get gone
3 in the morning, I can’t get rest so I turn over pick up that 38 special,
You bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row
(Repeat Chorus)
