Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave
Who gave these niggas this flow you know what I'm saying?
Baby Scarface
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas its been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma's spot
Fuck it I'mma bust a fucking jugg I'm a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest nigga that I know ain't never sold dope
The hardest nigga that I know ain't never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. With them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can't mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I'm outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
Gon' have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can't quite stay in a position
Don't know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I'm cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention fuck 'em
I got cake bitch can't everyday be my birthday
You can't take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Sherm caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that yo little niece and your daughter there
I'm posted at the stove with the yola that sold a lock in it
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas got margarine
Pussy niggas can't play they part we dearly departed them
Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and 'em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
In the set with Soli no chopper my chain dangling
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging 'em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
Living life on high speed nigga that's just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packs that Freddie Kane get in