I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my niggaz combine all day, you know what?
Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done time
Hit you with eight from one nine, now you showin' the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin' my slug before you squeeze 'em, show 'em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw 'em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncanny
Bought my first role from Manny
Dirty burners, my crew never hand me, nigga we family
You not, get shot, get caught slippin' like Dexter Manley
With at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn we, all the shit you can't be
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be
Marcy bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and Danny
Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and Stanley
Boom Moet and bow, my whole set is wild
Past threats, frontin' flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a chick or a suck a dick
Jigga, what the fuck?
As a youth explosively, clappin' off the roof
Shootin' guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, gil was my codiene
Spanish Jose showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three roles
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin' on uba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the range with the ski rack or six with the Ruger
Shit, I light the motherfuckin' soundproof booth up
New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorsese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name Jay-hovah, all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shit nigga, Marcy son, what?

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