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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uncle Murda
Vocals
Tony Yayo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Carl Grant
Songwriter
M. Bernard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boy Wonda
Producer
Great John
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
NDA
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A hundred thousand people screaming while we up on stage
I done seen every kind of pussy that God ever made
I know **** salty, I can read their demeanor
They performin' in lil' clubs, ****, we in arenas
Look, I know they ain't there to see me, but I'm there, ****
I'm cool with that, 50 payin' me to be here, ****
Shit, my grandkids gon' get to spend this paper
Got rich off "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" twenty years later
I sleep in the best hotels, eat complimentary breakfast
Groupie bitches overseas infatuated with my necklace
My life is a movie, they should put this shit on cable
Doin' better than **** that signed to a major label
I was on the world tour, felt like a paid vacation
Just bought a new house, most of my neighbors is Caucasian
Safe to say I came a long way from the trenches
I smile a lot now like I just came from seein' the dentist
So relentless (Goddamn)
[Verse 2]
Give me my flowers now, fuck waitin', you feel me?
Fuck waitin'
Don't tell the world how dope I was after **** that killed me
Don't do that
Nas wrote I remind him of Biggie on Twitter
Salute
You can't imagine what that shit right there did for a ****
How a G.O.A.T comparin' me to another G.O.A.T?
Damn
I met the ****, Nas, he spit lyrics for me that I wrote
Jungle, what up?
Gave me my flowers while I can still smell it
Plug callin' me, he got bricks, he know I can still sell it
Papi!
[Verse 3]
That's my man, Julio
I'm from Brooklyn, we get rappers raw at that Quar Studios (Uh)
Tell 'em get it back in blood, like that ****, Pooh Shiesty, said
I'm hot, any day I can get indicted by the Feds
Damn
Hopin' they don't snatch me up and try to take my freedom
Uh-huh
They be in the club with ****, thinkin' we don't see 'em
We see 'em
Jay Reed tryin' to stop me from bein' God
My lawyer ain't gon' take my money if he can't beat the charge
Or at least give me five years if they tryin' to give me twenty
So what you gon' do, cop out and go to trial, Lenny ?
Hold up
Or do the gingerbread man, **** on the run eatin'?
Or they gon' put your picture up in New York and they ain't freeze it?
I already know
I'm just tellin' you your options, let's be very clear
Yeah
Statue of Limitation on this case hold seven years
That's it?
These is conversations me and my lawyer used to have
Ha
Before I rapped, when I was trappin', gettin' money on the ave, ah
[Verse 4]
Five-hundred grams, ready to flip
Open the bag, dope smell like salt and vinegar chips
And them **** salty 'cause we gettin' them chips
Gossip about afternoon tea like a bitch
My hitters confused on who we hit next
'Bout to play in your muse in depth
**** got caught slippin', movin' left
Homie almost lost his head for some pounds of coke, yeah
And I ain't scared to die 'cause I died already
And I'm all in a trap with my jewels all heavy
And got a super hitter like Pablo got Blackie
And he stay with a chop, broke boy, get at me
Yeah, black on black crime, another black **** dead
Lawyer money up, playin' cat and mouse with the Feds
My eyes filled to the brim when I heard my homie passed
Internet, cellphone, life movin' so fast
[Verse 5]
Politics and revolution, they banned assault rifles
In two weekends in New Zealand
They got cancer in the food, everybody vegan
And stay woke, everybody dreamin', everybody schemin'
And it's fast life, fast cars, internet stars trip
Clout chasin' **** ridin' dick, man, I'm sick of this
Dumpin' out the Jag with some drum shit
****, don't be a hashtag over dumb shit
Smokin' on opps with a little bit of Runtz mixed
John Wick with the FN to make your back flip
**** get turned to a strain, you get smoked, bitch
Indy 500 in a 600S, six blunts, body with big breasts
Hellcat or Demon, choose your pick
My diamonds is sick, they got the COVID
Chocolate bitch, like the Feds, the bitch holdin'
My Crip **** rollin', my blood **** GF
They active in the streets, they make the Feds top chart list
AR-15 with the scope, a **** won't miss
African War Law, when gang catch a opp
We gon' each eat a piece of his heart
My enemies bring the worst out me
Cycle of success, **** plottin' on me
Watch that I'm rockin' on me, light up Vegas for a week
KelTec, hundred shots, wake the neighbors out they sleep
I ain't a civilian, my lil' **** drillin', baby
.45, hope, six like LeBron spinnin'
**** spit, hit his top, gang shit
Now it's R.I.P's on this block, everyday shit
His money is his only object
Behind his money, there's a trail of bodies that's behind it
My bitch breast done, I super supersized it
Smokin' Sprinkles, that's that good exotic
**** know my body, **** know my guap
I'm Bird Off, you K-Mart, lil' **** stop
And my strap will wound a buffalo, now you a pack
You on the wrong side of the grass, I ordered that
Be merciless with my praise, Hercules with the K's
Clout chasers suck a dick, bitch **** die today
Water on my new Rollie face
My bitch bad, your bitch is a puke emoji face
**** bleed just like us, and God we trust
Nipsey died on my birthday, every year fucked up
Written by: Leonard Carl Grant, M. Bernard