Give me the word and I’m wit it
Word on the street’s they tell you I’m all in it
Pay by the minute
Make dollar signs off run off sentence
Weigh up the digits
The crime rate gettin' tremendous, it’s fucking killing me
My mind state’s fully submited
I’m taking orders in chronological order
My higher aura filters out idiotic disorders
High soarers, star limits aiming high with my bright gift
Price ships, when I write rhymes tighter than a vice grip
Everyday is a celebration so I might sit
Throw 500 hundred dollars to the waitress on a light tip
Front on the number 7 then the pipe lift
I’m guaranteed to make this sell with the right pitch (Uh)
I’m laying down iron fist laws
Make a proposition my environment’s raw
Hustlin, hustlin to retire, make calls
Born alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall
I’m laying down iron fist laws
Make a proposition my environment’s raw
Hustlin, hustlin to retire make calls
Put alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall
They shootin niggas with they hands up high
Peace to my nigga he’s a stand up guy
Hand on 10 and 2, watch the man go by
I say a king’s prayer cause one day all kings die
In the land of the free, in the home of the slaves
I brought a arm of light rifles just to go with the gauge
Mac 10's, 50 clips, and hollows to rip shit
Ion know how to pick, I just go with the big shit
Everything I do is either legend or myth shit
Eatin' rappers food I treat this game like a picnic
The inspiration pick the topic for me
Ya whole life savings to a nigga like me is pocket money
Fuck being cursed cause I’d rather be blessed bro
It’s best for you to just replace your hate with respect tho
I’m laying down iron fist laws
Make a proposition my environment’s raw
Hustlin, hustlin to retire, make calls
Put alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall
I’m laying down iron fist laws
Make a proposition my environment’s raw
Hustlin, hustlin to retire make calls
Born alone, die alone so you gotta stand tall