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[Verse 1]
They got me felling like
I don't know something like Iron Mike
I'm higher than a kite on a satellite ting
These other motherfuckers ain't rapping right
They should all just stop like a traffic light ting
Ice city boys got the bragging rights
We're the hardest in the streets
Motherfuck the hype ting
And most my **** couldn't give a fuck about rap
Even though we're nowhere nice
We're just always in the trap
[Verse 2]
There ain't no one like us
I start shitting on the game
I meant no one like us
And I don't follow rules and regulations
And if you with me I love that
Let me see your lighters
I came into the game moving like a virus
Everybody's on my nuts now, no surprises
I got more than couple brothers in the cage
But I know that all my **** are good
The whole of them survivors
[Verse 3]
Most my **** riders
Most my **** on the roads
Couple 9 to 5ers
Got a mind a way we move
Car went on to traded
I'm a man who loves to exercise my right to silence
You're the type to start a panic at the sight of violence
I'm a man that's always got to have my own appliance
And I always ask God for guidance
Got the power that could kill a giant
David and Goliath
[Verse 4]
I'm biggin' up the triers
From the **** selling stones, to the main suppliers
All the women working hard through the day and in the night
Taking care of their kids, even when they're tired
This game's got me feeling like I've been required
I'm like a dragon always spitting fire
And I don't listen to them other **** raps, man
Them men are liars
Then **** been washed, fling them in the dryer
Small fries put them in the fryer
Bitches selling **** dreams but I'm not a buyer
I'm in some five-star black attire
This the kid that makes you wanna turn the volume up a little higher
I heard about a quarter million gamechanger
Lock your girl in the house 'cause I might take her
Pacemaker, make paper
Got these **** hiding under tables
Like I'm an earthquaker
Dice shaker, I bear favors
I hate traitors, shoot pagans
Wanna put them **** in a brown box
Like a pair of new trainers
I'm too dangerous, give a fuck about famous
I don't think they'll ever put a **** on the playlist
I don't know I can't explain it
When the radio's on, I always change it
Then I change it, then I change it
Fuck that, I can't listen to this fake shit
Man are A list, other **** just basic
And 'round here they wouldn't make it
I am not the one you wanna play with
Big guns in the basement
Leave a **** on the pavement
Written by: Denny Paul Richards