Uno

Lyrics

Fuck niggas, spark the weed up
 Shit been watered down, the rap game they need us
 Real niggas to intervene, they interject
 Got a bitch naked, got some neck in the Vette and I'm finna jet
 Finna get fucked up in this bitch that's on fin
 Popping yoppers, fuck the coppers, sell narcotics, nigga, we bring that on in
 Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
 Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
 Much love to my nigga Mikey, Threw muscles off in they mouth
 Nigga hitting licks where we reside for unspecified amounts
 Stuff the mattress full of merch, .40 calibers in the couch
 Guess I'm on the high seat, rob me, you won't make it out
 I could make her sharpen my attitude, might just make her pout
 Find me charming 'til she really found out what I was about
 My recreation, occupation, invading a nigga house
 Smokin' and ridin', I ain't high when I'm drivin'? I highly doubt it
 And I don't believe these rap niggas
 You can front for your fans, but I know it's an act, nigga
 Judge a man by his character and not by his wealth
 A real G, I never kissed niggas or shot myself
 Gangsta Gibbs
 I'm number one, number one with a bullet
 Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
 Make 'em run, make you motherfuckers bleed
 Only fuck with real G's, public enemies
 Probably be murdered for some shit that I said
 I'd be a legend out this motherfucker breathing or dead
 But y'all don't hear me, these uppity bitches they all fear me
 Fuck a diamond on your finger, I guess it's the dog in me
 Ain't no hog in me, I'm swine-free, suckers the Iron Sheik
 Nine G's for the nine piece, how you define me?
 A student of the thug nigga, drug dealer college
 Majored in robbing and graduated with honors
 Seeing clearly through Dolce Gabbana's and marijuana fog
 Niggas trying to vulture the culture, motherfuck all of y'all
 Dickblowers, rapper reality shows, y'all just attention whores
 Don't give a fuck if I set a record or win awards
 I'm just blessed to be out here living life
 Giving these niggas hell, so records with everything I write
 Shit got me wishing DMX had never hit the pipe
 Pun ain't never died and Big L was still here to bless the mic
 

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Duration
02:47
Tempo
96 BPM

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