You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
Not possible to succeed.
Bustin niggas kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than ellie,
No hillbilly from beverly
Heavely sedated, still hated and rated r
You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
I got that sure shot method guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the cars Im in.
Uncountable amount of benjamins, benzes for all my friends
If it dont make dollars, you aint makin no fucking sense
Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
Unloaded at the end of the story,
Im on top of the world, nigga...

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Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you wont.

Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby
Go head baby.
Lemme hit you with some real pump pump

Its the number one contender
So so def memeber known as brat
Girlfriend offender cuz they mans think Im all that
Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me
Niggas hopin we fall off
But we wont, we dont.
All we do is keep fuckin it up.
While all you do is keep lookin at us.
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than prince leavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
Act like you know its the funk bandit dammit, and you cant stand it.
You can run, but you cant hide
From this bad mannered individu-al gal from the west side
Hit em up.
I cant quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your bull-shit
And its written all over your face
You want my space but aint got what it takes to take my place...

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Now best believe I got more trix up my sleeve
Then that silly rabbit
All day dream about gs and how I gots to have it
Gotta weed habit, but Im still on point,
One of the most wanted to rock off somebodys joint.
It be the b-r-a-t, the mind blower,
The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers cant see
Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff
Only triangles dangle when I bust.
You see, niggas round town called this and that,
Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the album funkdafied and they thought it was bold,
30 days later, the lp went gold, and im...

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