(Intro):
Mmhhmm
I`m keepin` motherfuckers guessin`
That`s right
(Verse 1):
It`s a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson
I run deep and freak on streets, I keep `em guessin`
I`m flexin` when I hit the Hennessy
Then I see the enemy
Pretender think that he know my identity
But nigga that`s a penalty so here we go again
You think you know what I`m foldin`
Cause what I`m rollin` in
Well I don`t give a fuck nigga I was in the cut
While you was up at my spot tryin` to peep what I got
Why not bust a shot when I was ridin` you was mad
And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin` bad
Thinkin` that I was broke but you can peep and goin` wonder
But little did you know that I was creepin` on the under
Goin` yonder now you dumber cause your number has been pulled
You fool cause that shit you thought you knew was bull
At this beef where you at see I`m speakin` the facts
So forget that chit-chat cause it`s deeper than that
And I`m keepin` a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick
So why the fuck you sittin` back stressin` of the next man`s shit
Cause I`m the fuckin` one and only
And you busters can`t get on me
You`re in danger you don`t know me
I`m a stranger not your homie
You know fuck ya`ll don`t know about me
But check it out
(Chorus):
Run up on this fool and get your head split
And if you don`t know
You better ask somebody you`d better ask somebody
That`s right
Niggas wanna trip I`m hard to the bone
They all on my dick so let`s get it goin` on
(Verse 2):
Dressed up in these street clothes
I`m ready to beat hos this game is lethal
I`m sellin` rocks tryin` to move up to sellin` kilos
But these hoes and negros
Be tryin` to stop my progress
But when you`re in my way
You`s just the victim I`ma rob next
And it`s a terrible thang I gotta fuck up your crew
And have you goin` thru unbearable pain
I`m in the game and they claim that I`m on the run
I own a gun 16 shots bust up on this one
Yeah motherfuckers I`m the one
With beats from the streets
So don`t talk that shit and be scared to come to me
I know them punk ass niggas be jockin` my flows
But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin` hoes
I guess I ain`t got no true friends but I got a few wins
To pay for paint and put this AMG`s on my new Benz
Them jealous niggas steady guessin` and wonderin`
Tryin` to catch up but stuck stressin` and wonderin`
I`m never stumblin` just bundlin` up my cash
I gotta last so I don`t give a fuck to blast
My mind be havin` sinister thoughts
I guess it`s because I always mug when the ministers talk
I`m heavy-weightin` capable to breakin` a fool`s neck
So quit tryin` to figure out what this nigga gon do next
(Chorus):
(Verse 3):
I ain`t sleepin` I`m just creepin`
I just lurks in the dark I`m that nigga Ant Banks
With beats burps and them farts
But niggas wanna start flashin` and trippin` on my lifestyle
Cause I`m makin` cash and they ass stuck up on a pipe now
I write down facts so the saps think that I`m dissin`
But listen guess this is just an addiction for non-fiction
And niggas break on the tracks and fat tapes
That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight
But act fake and end up bendin` from back brakes
A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face
I can`t let him live
Crashed up his ribs with my body blows
I got him froze tremblin` cold with his snotty nose
You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin` mines
Tryin` to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin` minds
Them tirin` lines I`m hearin` ain`t phasin` me
I was raised a G and that`s what I`m paid to be
So fuck them suckers with them false accusations
Lookin` for my location tryin` to stop my operation
You wastin` time cause a Nine is my protection
Get off my dick flexin` and keep on guessin`
Nigga, you know what I`m sayin`
You can`t fuck with this here
