1995

It's the way God planned it

Ho, you can't stand it, we don't die, we multiply like rabbits

Ran back like an addict

Took the high road on ****, I'm riding overpasses

Nothing in your catalogue classic, you shaqting like Thanasis

Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to bastards

Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson

No relaxin', wrapping **** in plastic

Yeah

It's alright if they wanna start that shit, yeah

Yeah

It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my shit, yeah

Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah

Yeah, yeah, **** hatin'

But I'm still gonna be out there slammin'

Had to come back for the sequel, ain't no equal

Riggs and Murtaugh, this shit lethal

Plucking the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it

Got that girl and stripped her naked

Put that bitch right back together

Make that ho come back with extra

I'm the Barksdale of my section

Nah, I'm the Marlowe of my section

Bitch, my history ain't no mystery

Boy, your bars is under question, under review, nothing new

Another crew of Freddie clones

I put more **** on this field than Jerry Jones

Leave that man alone, yeah

Yeah, yeah

It's alright if they wanna talk that shit, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I heard that ****'ll never walk right, bitch, yeah

Yeah, uh

Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah

Yeah, yeah

**** hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah

**** hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah

Seats was gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah

We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders

Shout my brother, Hanni, I just made like 1.5 in Asia

Yeah

Man, this shit crazy how a **** done went from nick rocks to wet whip

Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah

I was in the cell, making up a set list, for my next show, for my next lick

I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh

If I flew her out, it was a sex trip, now, my baby mama 'bout to set trip

I don't give a shit, these **** ain't with the shit

These **** ain't livin' it

'03, I was selling reggie in a box Chevy on spinners, bitch

Got a Dope Boy Certificate

I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out

You a cartoon, thug-nificent, but I broke the mold

Made her crack the safe, only time I broke the code

**** be twice as rich, if it wasn't for clothes, alcohol, and hoes, yeah

I want the dope, alcohol and hoes

Gotta stop tricking on every Ruby and Amber Rose, yeah

I'm still in my prime, I've seen these hoes get old

No shoulder left to cry on, ho, my shoulder's cold

It's what you chose, yeah

Oh

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

I said no

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

Yeah, this the way God planned it

Bitch, understand it, we don't die

We multiply just like rabbits, you shaqting like Thanasis

With the fetti thick like molasses, I'm out here stacking cabbage

Bitch, I'm coming right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh

No Ticketmaster, we ain't giving passes

Buy all the front row tickets to your show and make that shit disastrous

Yeah, ****

Shoot up the front and get them bitches cancelled

Hold your whole career for ransom, money call, you scared to answer, yeah

I know you **** thought I was scared to answer back

These hip-hop cops is on my sack, I've really been plotting on my attack

**** really don't want no smoke, they want that clout shit off the bat

Man, this rap beef shit is corny now

I'd rather not be attached

To none of these lame ass ****

You can't do another interview without the Kane Train getting mentioned

Knock a **** off with this bulldog, fuck switches and extensions

Send a salmon back in your fanny pack, ho, you sleeping with the fishes

Piss on you bitches

Oh

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

I said no

Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

Yeah, let's go

I'm back, bitch

50 in the clip

Yeah