other side, f**k them tricks (f**k them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows
I wasn't missing had to get out this position Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my back Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit' the mac The nigga wit' the shottie still
caged in Hope they got patience More you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still
what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker
drunk for stress relief Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep We ride, what's a four door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still
Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still
at the radio station Feel the sensation, I put it right there They be like Luda, I be like yea! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane
the man Let's go and no one else Rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow
still got warriors, still be the victorious (That's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps that flow Still them
pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service For better days or for worse, if I'm paid I'm hurting in my pocket She still
did everything I could to make you happy I participated in all your protests Supported your stupid little blog, got a Bowflex Wore colored contacts to match your dresses Whatever your eyes caught, I bought Still
the floor and watch it drop it real low girl last time I seen ya, you was a lil old girl I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough clap for
hope that this summer you will change your pursuit I don't mind, don't stand for you How about you, my new favorite thing The flashbulbs burn my irises Still
at you It's easy to sleep when you're dead But you give up your life's work And you can't revers the bad things that you did While alive you still
That's the way love goes Well, it change you inside out And then it flows To the places unfamiliar, yeah Let me tell, I'm hot for you You're so hot for
got no fucking Yeezy in Serrato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flow And
Yeezy in your serados?! (you ain't got no Yeezy nigga?) stupid, But what the fuck do i know? i'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow and my
Yo what's up man? Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man