FABOLOUS Shook Ones Freestyle

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FABOLOUS Shook Ones Freestyle Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Yeah, DJ Clue?
To all the killers and the hundred-dollar billers
Ha-ha, to real niggas who ain't go no feelings
Check it out now, yeah

You got to fuck with my realness
I'm sick with it like I'm stuck with a illness
It ain't luck that I'm still rich
Just more reason for me to tuck and conceal this
Your boy might have to hit a fuck-nigga kill switch
Snap right back to me standin' in the projects
Bakin' soda, boxes son handin' me the Pyrex
We was small then, but the plan was to be 5x
The world is yours plan, but, man, I need that Nas Lex
SC 400, that's all your boy wanted
And the light-skinned shorty from next door that's frontin'
She couldn't see that I was that next boy or somethin'
Maybe I just needed to flex more or somethin'
Now I hit that fuckin' Rolex store for nothin'
And I could teach niggas, give lectures on stuntin'
And if I need a bitch, I could text yours or somethin'
Then she don't see me the next tour tour or somethin'
Shit crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty-three
Ridin' through Brooklyn, realizin' it's only one of me
Notice that I'm who the wannabes want to be
It feelin' like all of y'all don't want none of me
In this kitchen, step back and watch the chef cook
My corner told me, Counter jabs with a left hook
And give me mine, you don't want to see my stress look
I drive through with the mask, lookin' like Westbrook
Cash me out, for the twenty Gs I'm in there
Now multiply it by how many times I been here
Forty Gs for the show with the in-ears
Dog, I ain't hit a ATM in ten years
There's a difference in gettin' money and got money
I'm just a winner with a pocket full of pot money
I ain't judgin', baby, go and get that thot money
You better stay for a rainy day when it's not sunny
You know niggas change just like the weather
Get in one argument and just like, Whatever
Meet a new bitch who look just like whoever
People sayin', Wasn't they just, like, together?
My bitch ass feel so soft just like my leather
Got a good head on her, I just like 'em clever
This life forever, fuck the lame, mad shit
You wouldn't look this good in the same-ass fit
I'll give it to you niggas on some AIM Blast shit
Then give it to your sons on some Dame Dash shit, boy
You niggas ain't bosses anyway
A nine-to-five beat a ten-to-life any day

Get your money cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks

FABOLOUS Told Ya'll Freestyle

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FABOLOUS Told Ya'll Freestyle Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Told y'all, would you believe?

I'm the type to take your chick, the one of the [?]
Have her at the crib watchin' Money and Violence, bruh
Shorty come to me cause I'm the one with the guidance, but
Bang her on the low like a gun with a silencer
Swag champ back, you just one of the challengers
Day you beat me ain't on none of these calendars
You throwin' shots, but you're a little under my caliber
We play with heavy metal, boy, I run with Metallica
Skatin' through the city like I'm one of the Islanders
You fly like this, they got to wonder who's stylin' you
The road money don't have me in New York too much
But I got the shut up money if you talk too much
Listen, if you talkin' about that man fur
You gotta get money like that man first
Whoever say the most hit that man first
Put his front in the back like a fat transfer
Like how these girls turn a gut into a butt
And be a bad bitch when they nothin' but a mutt
My shottas want it all, know nothin' about a cut
You niggas talkin' about, Take the what and leave the what?
Yup, I've won everything, valet life, I'm upfront with everythin'
You don't like it, more your problem than mine
Let's turn up and see if yours got more volume than mine
Yeah, I know hate, sellin' sour '98
Back then I did good, right now I'm doin' great
Like 50 and Taraji, how do we relate?
Tryin' to build an empire, niggas in power want to hate
Woah, what, you mad cause I'm fuckin' your bird?
You know I put it in my waist like I'm tuckin' a shirt
Like, Fuck is you doin'? , A-Town voice
When I see your ass, tre pound voice
Bought the Ghost on Christmas, play 'round toy
And it's chinchilla weather, nigga, we outside
What you know about gifts that got to be outside?
It's too big, put it under the tree outside
Woah, now picture me sellin' sniff, sellin' piff
Back then my block did numbers like Taylor Swift
Yeah, Fab Sport, what? Funeral, who?
Loso, huh? Young O.G. gone

Look at me, look at me
I am the captain now, ha-ha-ha-ha
Fuck is y'all niggas talkin' about, boy? Huh
You only talkin' like that cause you don't respect your jaw
Brooklyn forever, told y'all

FABOLOUS Quiet Storm Freestyle

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FABOLOUS Quiet Storm Freestyle Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas wanna' freestyle
Y'all better get your bar work together
I'm tellin' you right now
Friday night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, been thru it all
It's quiet

[Fabolous:]
I put my lifetime in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP!) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real shit
I just want some real shit
Not none of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for that
It's the real...

[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy Fabolous
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?!
Whole NYC
Slide what's popping?
Y'all ain't ready

FABOLOUS B.A.S Freestyle

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FABOLOUS B.A.S Freestyle Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Oh, I like this, this made me feel like '98
That know what I did in '98, boy
That know what I used to do back in '98, right?
Y'all know what I did in '98, boy
I mean, some of you young boys wasn't comin' outside yet
But, um, yeah, let me just show y'all, yeah, look

It's like this and like that and like this and, uh
It's like that and like this and like that and, uh
It's like this and like that and like this and, uh
It's like this and like that and like this

I said, Bitches ain't shit and these niggas ain't either
My boy caught his girl cheatin' and he ain't leave her
He said, She caught me before, I ain't no saint either
I said, I wouldn't give a fuck, bitch, we ain't even
He said, You just hot-headed and it ain't fever
I said, You need to dead that and you can't grieve her
All I know is, get this money, fuck a stank diva
I chase paper like me and Ben Frank beefin'
I got a homie with a shotty, point-blank, squeezin'
He'll pump you in the chest like you ain't breathin'
If it's a bunch of y'all, ain't no complaints either
He do them jobs with a MAC, name ain't Steven
Straight off a iPhone, a text and you're done
Don't get caught up in my wordplay, a text is a gun
Heard you man tried to warn you, the text ain't come
Too bad you ain't get it cause the text said to run
Let's get technical, son, all you niggas is foul
Out here singing, Try me and sendin' niggas to trial
You ain't Dej Loaf, you took a hand-raised oath
Pick a side and stay on it, you can't play both
I play close attention like a goddamn watchdog
Get these hoes' attention with my goddamn watch, dog
My sister told me, Those the ones you got to watch, dog
Hittin', then you gone, don't believe me, just watch, dog

And hold up, damn, Clue
I got some more for 'em real quick, hold up, yeah

I said, You fly this long, you usually run out of gas
That's why I chase checks and never run out of cash
I started out heating and I swear it's gon continue
Word to White Castle, all you squares is on the menu
I'm like Kobe after surgery, all you niggas know on that court
I'm the truth and these other niggas perjury
My city need me urgently, I see the bat sign
Just to let you niggas shine, I had to matte mine, nigga
Beep-beep, she hop in it like a chat line, nigga
Then I kill it in the bed, flatline
You can't catch me unless your bait is strong enough
Them niggas in my comments ain't been hatin' long enough

It's like this, nigga, yeah, it's like this, nigga
Ha-ha, it's like this
Ay, and all you niggas thinkin' you stuntin', man
You ain't stuntin' on me, nigga
We been there, we done that shit, man
Owe-you-my-first-Rolly-ass niggas, man
You did this shit already, man
Tell these niggas, man, this shit was written, boy
Ha, you think you stuntin'
You got to do somethin' we can't do
Or somethin' we ain't do, nigga
Chains and all that shit don't matter, man
We out here, man, we done did that already, bro
Yeah, yeah, it's the Family, nigga, and that's it
This and like that and like this and, uh

FABOLOUS Monday Night Mixtape 98 Freestyle

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FABOLOUS Monday Night Mixtape 98 Freestyle Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Yeah it don't stop baby, it dont stop
Yo yo yo yo yo
Uh
1, 2 it don't stop
1, 2 it don't stop
Like this, like this
We gon' hit y'all like this
It don't stop
Yo

[Fabolous:]
Just in case y'all was lost, I'm the face in the Source
Long Cuban, white ice placed in the cross
Slow bros hate to see me race in the Porsche
Wanna call po's, have me gettin' chased by the force
Didn't know I got dough, my case gettin' tossed
And I steal y'all hoes, that's why y'all base when I floss
On a case to endorse, paces of franks
Turn star, now y'all wanna scar our faces wit' shanks
Can't stop to my dough done bought cases in banks
And me and my army, show in places in tanks
Blowin' pounds of the buda, throwin' rounds in the ruger
BK get hot, we gon' lounge in Bermuda
This nigga tryna seize more cheese than Sbarro
Pull up slowly, in the P's in the Camaro
Use to hustle, and go on knees for de niro
Now you hear me on the radio like C's De Janeiro
Ain't nothin' changin', wit the track I lay now
'Cept I pack and spray now, a track you lay down
Say nothin' but got {messes up}

[Noreaga:]
Now let me know who reppin'?
Who catch AND1's like Stephon?
Marbury
Who in the club without a weapon?
Shoot at ya feet, make you do the Puff dance to perfection (WHAT!)
End ya session, throw out a lesson
Been doin' this, since the days of Soul Sister
Go sister, sooooooul sister
Worlds biggest, diss ya whole click
Plus I know my.... bigger then ya man
Yo the way I make you cum quick
Quicker than me, slicker than me
Have the chick lickin' my knee
Yo I'mma nigga for life, nigga for ice
Hardly gamble
But here and there, still roll dice
If it�s beef with me then you better think twice
Cause I go at ya head, at ya head it's a price
Y'all niggas is wrong even when y'all right
While I'm thugged out, finna be the next Suge Knight
Yo love women, they reason I still write
Uno dos tres quatro, pick one, and stick one
They all fall victim
That's why they wisdom
Only meant to know the knowledge a man give em
And if you know that, you're known to get lots of rhythm
You lose that, and be lost in the system
For any chalk, I pour them I'm like Atari
Nore ya man, only live to say sorry
Here to school youth like my little man Bari
The hood is a cage, trapped in the ill safari ya won't
Catch me alone without a gauge
What, won't, catch me alone out on stage
Cause my platoon, slick like Vidal Sassoon
Together we stand, while united we doom

WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!

[Fabolous:]
Every week I'm in a different S, smokin' a spliff of cess
Bulky Coog' wit the vest, cop Smith and Wes'
Nigga riff or 'fess, he'll be at peace wit the rest
Tote a weapon, still be steppin' wit finesse
It's the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
In a new S, circling the US
Kissing at honeys I spot, smoke twenties of pot
Til my eyes is red, and it's hard to rise my head
Niggas who cause lies and spread, I supplies the bread
Go cap the empty clips, then fill you guys wit lead
I swarm the ghetto, calm and mellow
Sippin' Amaretto, til my eyes is almond yellow
That nick jay that Janay, sworn to hello
Stay armed for niggas who try to harm a fellow
Cause I winks to ya chick, rock links to my
Go in clubs, pop bubs, and drinks to I'm sick
Pop the most, roll dro in Optimo's
Push the drop to show, for niggas who pop for those
Who pop the Rose
Wit the stones in the face
Chromes in the waist, puttin' gnomes into place
These hot 9 shots'll put ya bones into place
BGS cream thieves and 80 of cream sleeves
Twist y'all honeys for 20's of green leaves
WHAT!!

FABOLOUS You Be Killin' Em (Remix)

FABOLOUS You Be Killin' Em (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin� em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin� em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Fabolous]
You be killin� �em
Girl you be killin� �em
That girl bad, I mean badder than villian
I�ma let you know girl, that's how real I am
Swagga on a hundred thousand trillion
Girl I mean look at you
I�m not gon� judge, cause I woulda thrown the book at you
See a murder case every time I take a look at you
Where the ladies who be killin em

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]
When you put that over me
Hard that I can see baby?
It�s damn, girl look at you
Girl you fly as fly can be
And nothing I can say baby
It�s damn, look at her
Girl you look incredible
(so good you killin em)
Flawless girl from head to toe
Girl you killin em
Ain't nobody touch you know
Ooh girl you killin� em
Girl you are

Girl you be killin em
You be killin em

[Fabolous]
You be killin that
Girl you be killin that
She do it with no hands and I be feelin� that
Then she yellow tape anywhere she chillin� at
You need tear drops baby, killer tatts
From New York to Cali, back down to Florida
Her shoes made by a foreigner, call the coroner
They should arrest you, at least isssue you a warrant for they way you be killin� em
Ne-Yo bring the chorus bru�

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]

[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin� em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin� em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]

FABOLOUS We Here

FABOLOUS We Here Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Fabolous:]
Sometimes I just look em in the eyes and say, we here

[Hook - T-Pain:]
Take the good, the bad, all we had
We here, we here, we here, we here
We laugh, we cry, we gon' defy
We here, we here, we here, we here (Put em up)
Yeah we here, we here we here, we here we here
We here, we here we here, we here we here

[Fabolous:]
Always in attendence, even when I'm absent
Haters see you present, try to leave a nigga absent
Fishes on my ride, kleenex golds, that's in the cabinet
Shorty in my ride but she should be in a pageant
Hello this is Erica, should be miss America
We be in them foreign cars that make you miss America
Probably wasn't meant to be, fuck it though, we here
How I feel mentally? Don't stay broke, repair
Make they note, [?] year, ain't no turnin' me down
I'm turnt up, we turnt up
Take it to another level, even when you at the top
That's that Kobe system, we going over the top

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
We here forever though, y'all here for never though
Hating is beneath me, I say that's the Devil yo
Condo at the top, one floor down from heaven yo
All got our own cars, we ridin' together though
Shout out DJ Khaled, we the best currently
Money ain't shit, respect is the best currency (niiice)
Now you can cash that around the world
And you could flash that around a girl

[Fabolous:]
When you down, you can't go but one place
And that's up, and that's up, and that's up, and that's up
I done lost and got back, but we here and we like
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up

[Hook]

[T-Pain x2:]
You gon' be good, I'm gon' make sure of that
And I'm gon' be there where I should be at
You got me, whenever, whatever, whoever, I'm ready for you
You got me, however, now or never, baby I can't ignore ya

[Hook]

FABOLOUS Throw It In The Bag (Remix)

FABOLOUS Throw It In The Bag (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Chorus - Sample from Fancy by The-Dream - 2X]
Y'all know me 'cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe
Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop
All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop
(Just throw it in the bag, bag)

[Fabolous - talking over Chorus]
You know we had to go shopping one more time, right?
I think we forget somethin, haha, haha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
It's Mr. Throw It In The Bag , I just throw it in the bag
I don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch is bad
Walk up to that register like I ain't know it had a tag
I'm no liar I don't front, I'm a buy her what she want
'Cause your queen 'posed to get what she desire, what she want
If my lady like to eat, then I'm a buy her restaurants
And she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want
She can help me blow this cream, she the fire to my blunt
You can try her if you want, bet it's gon' cost you
Bags with the G's, jeans with the horseshoe
She can go to work or chill like a boss do
That nigga ain't ya nigga unless he endorse you
They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin
I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine
You niggaz ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine
My Player Card's approved, you niggaz declined, nice

[Chorus]

[Break - Fabolous - talking over Chorus]
If you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag

[Verse 2 - Drake]
Well alright
Loso, and Drizzy baby
Uh uh, we up in Barneys goin dumb again
Every time we leave the manager say come again
Honestly she's probably old enough to be my mama friend
She just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again
If her card declined, you need to check that shit and run again
They don't give you limits when you keep that money comin in
Yeah, just fold some paper around the magnet
As soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag
She mature to say the least
And if I get a car then she make sure to pay the lease
She used to have a husband 'til she found out that he cheats
And then she filed for divorce and watch her bank account increase
She got a condo with a view, a house with a pool
Her son is 26 but he just went away to school
She always show me pictures of him, tell me that's her baby
I hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy
And I be spendin all my lady chips
She got me feeling like my daddy back in '86
Yeah, she say she lucky that she his
No, I m lucky that you mine baby, you know what it isssss

[Chorus]

[Break]

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Shorty so nice, I don't mean polite
When I say nice, I mean lookin right
And you can't put a price on something lookin right
If they ask how much, tell em what it's lookin like
Everything I buy fly, it's like I'm bookin flights
If I want it, I'm a get it, that should not be tooken light
And that's on everything I got a crazy lady
So (Money Ain't A Thing) Jay-Z, J.D.
Like Jay-Z's lady, it's Beyoncein
Supportin your women goes beyond payin
Watchin me ball is like LeBron playin
I'm in the Louis shoes you might see Kanye in
They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin
I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine
You niggaz ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine
My Player Card's approved, you niggaz declined, nice

[Chorus]

[Break]

FABOLOUS Steve Jobs

FABOLOUS Steve Jobs Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Fabolous]
It goes however I wanted to
These bitches never say can't
I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants
Big house, couple rides
Call that shit Neverland Ranch
Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant
You niggers beneath me
Now go get fucking stomped son
No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson
If they make me go in
I'ma go right away
My fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay
Gotta a crew of bad bitches
Call em the nice girls
Yo bitches look scary
But she ain't no spice girl
It's 9am when you clock, you're an office worker
It's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger
Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order
Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?)
Welcome to the funeral pay respect
Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec
Let it breath...

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Its goes getting more money
They come with more problems
I used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin' man
See you got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
Gettin' more money, it comes with more problems
Man used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin'man
Got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine

[Paul Cain]
Always been a squeezer, I've been on the hollow niggas
Always been a leader no twitter, I don't follow niggas
Fuck glass, drink Rose out the bottle nigga
I promised to keep it 1000 you know my motto nigga
Don't just talk it, be about it
You talk it, but we about it
We do it, you read about it
Leave 'em don't speak about it
We live it, you dream about it
How could you even doubt it
Couldn't get a quarter round here
Unless we allowed it
This is our city, our town, our turf
We eatin' and y'all thirst
Do shoot back, bomb first
Get 'em gone first
Let em fire, arms burst
Regardless of size or status
Stuff em in that long hearse
I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton
Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn
Damn, nigga try and harm me
Fuck what a hater think
How could niggas try to rob me
If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's
Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's
Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me
Wherever I'm at ,I'm smoking some Bob Marley
7 star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby
Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose
Believe the great deal with stress
I've been through the most
Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach
Street fam for life, this we all owe the los
Whole gang bottles in the air
I propose a toast
We dun seen the World
Partied with emirates
We all come from nothing, always remember that
So you should be thankful everytime you spend a stack
For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners ate
All the cars, audemars with the different straps
But always strive for more, never be content with that
No beginner rap, no number 1 contender jack
Arnold Swarzenegger returns, Decembers back