To My (feat. Nas & Skillz)

(It don't stop)

Can't stop (What?)

(Say what?)

Bravehearts

(Uh-huh, it don't stop)

Nas Esco

(Say what? Huh, uh-huh)

(Uh-huh, it don't stop)

Yeah

(It don't stop, what?)

Yeah yeah, Bravehearts

(Guess what y'all? Check it)

I splash y'all dudes with gats I use

Ice dangle off my chest 'cause my cash improve

Nice knuckle game

Chip-toothed, weigh a buck and change

I want the dough, fuck the fame

Already made history, y'all can have that

That ain't shit to me

About to have my own ASCAP and NASDAQ

And plus a rotisserie

Instead of Kenny Rogers and Benihana's

Y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'

Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco boxers

For honeys that sex so proper

Best flow since Rakim, liver

Personification of drama

Describe my characteristics, murder co-signer

Some'll smoke embalmin' fluid and vomit to it

I'm straight chronic, yo, it's atomic how I blew up

Same OG, since I rocked Kangols, Lee's

Nothing changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles

Please, to my ****

To my bitches, to my gangstas

To my riders, to my ****

To my bitches, to my ****

To my riders, to my gangstas

To my bitches, to my ****

And fly ass hoes, to my ****

To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco

Yo, yo, we rippin' tracks

It's like beatin' beats with bats

Watchin' crews change the views when the heat in they back

If you hear a click, trust me, you will hear a clack

If you push it up front, I got no choice but to pull it back

Your rhymes don't phase me, I'm above it

Half y'all raps is born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of it

You should be sick of it, I possess no flaws

That's from the man that made your head Nod till you licked his balls

Verses, I spit 'em when it's my turn to get 'em

I got hot flows, I only do shows for burn victims

So cock this mic and bust out your back

Kill you and then they gonna blame me for fuckin' up rap

Who's fuckin' with that? Skillz and Esco, it's on

When you speak in my direction, watch your tone

From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own

It's locked and sewn I repeat, ****, watch your tone

Please, to my ****

To my bitches, to my gangstas

To my riders, to my ****

To my bitches, to my ****

To my riders, to my gangstas

To my bitches, to my ****

And fly ass hoes, to my ****

To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco

Yo, come see

The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys

Ladies love me

**** say, "Timbaland's really rappin', what the fuck is up, B?"

Jealousy

I kill **** with seven things, mostly jackin' beats

I'm a eight digit niggy

Baby, I just rebuilt Titanic and send it out to sea

What?

Please, to my ****

To my bitches, to my gangstas

To my riders, to my ****

To my bitches, to my ****

To my riders, to my gangstas

To my bitches, to my ****

And fly ass hoes, to my ****

To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco