(Verse 1) Oh you really wanna be that nigga, fuck a bitch Oh you really wanna be that nigga, face a zip Oh you really wanna be that nigga, sell your soul Illuminati got a nigga rocking hella gold Been in the game so long trying to make a name It's only slavery if you're in it for the whips and chains I been cold but you niggas sleep Waking up all of the haters when they see me on the tv With a bitch who's complexion is the chocolatest I'm on a roll and ain't nobody gon be stopping this I'm in this bitch, throwing L's to the blue sky The winning circle you niggas didn't even qualify Got all of your bitches you niggas couldn't even satisfy Feet kicked up, just watching my dollars multiply Sneak dissers and haters I'm coming straight for the cranium Came into my own and ain't nobody gon be taming him I'm from the city where niggas kill over Jordan sneaks And paper, paper, dollar bill is what a nigga speak Pelle Pelle, Vasques in the summer time True Religion is what's worn around the waistline Chi town Illin', Blue Line chillin' I'm a murderer, that Englewood killin' I'm so westside, but I'm wild hunnid They ask me where I'm from Chi City over nothing Its young Kel rich daily like the mayor Playerlistic approaches to bitches wanting my paper Super duper laced in latest sneaker drop Fuck a cop, fuck a opp, dump on any nigga spot Green superhero bout my coin like Luigi Pop up on ya lady and the top i how she greet me Ion even need to crack I got her wrapped around my index I'm harder than you thought feel it all in your appendix The realest nigga on the west of the wind Don't approach me if it ain't about some bread or some skins No porky rinds but a nigga rhyme like a loonie Goonie hitting licks serving out a Suzuki Foreign broads from Japan kicking shit like Kabuki She a groupie she a hoochie Stain then kick her out the hooptie Hit me up the next day im act like she never knew me I'm a dog you a bitch looking for you like you Scooby Laying hands like I'm Knuckles, come and get it come and tussle I'm just young and getting paid flapping gums and flexing muscle Shout my niggas from the 'L' shout my niggas from the 'K' Shout my niggas hitting Chase cracking cards like a case Gotta get it anyway, gotta get it everyday For the love of that cheese making faces Stevie J I start my day with a J' then I find a beat to slay Rich daily on the rise but this ain't no easy bake nigga I'm so 1994 like I'm missing 23 Even in my worst season ain't nobody stopping me nigga
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