Drug lord
They calling me a drug lord
(Brooklyn, Flatbush)
Drug lord
(Shakedown)
Cash, cash, I gets hella cash
Shorty don’t judge me, I might fuck your facts
Then get out of Dodge
Hop in my Dodge
Camaro, Fidel Castor, look
Cocaine connect now what I’m known as
Believe I dropped a few burbs, where your zone at?
Believe I push hell pounds, where your town at?
And bet I press the chopper wherever your frown at
What your life like?
Nigga mine real
That Rollie you wearing foolery, mine real
I’m selling narcotics, so you know how come
I’m still balling on niggas without a album
I ain’t out here preaching like if I’m Malcolm
I’m hella dirty in these streets, 7-30
Shakedown, bitch, smoke ‘til my lungs black
Only question I ask: “Fuck is my one’s at?”
Fuck what these hoes doing
Fuck who these hoes screwing
Put that hoe on the street, let’s get this dough moving
I slam Cadillac doors
Whip, whip city, then ice, that crack gold
I’m me ma’fucka
I’m me ma’fucka
I’m me ma’fucka
I know they wanna be me, ma’fucka
Hair weave killer
Rearrange her hairdo
I’m motherfucking real and that just ain’t you
I’m up on appeal for killing the Pro Tools
And niggas know my religion is TRU
Horseshoes, curfew niggas, consort with killers
Lil’ niggas is gassed up, it’s time to burp you niggas
See, every day is the weekend
We spend money on the strong pack, you niggas is weaklings
Catch me on one, two, five and the wheat Timbs
Gucci hoodie on, look like a tall-ass Rakim
I’m a dread-head, rocking with the redhead
I’m from College Park where the feds tap a dead cell
Smoke Kool J’s, back-to-back LL
You need clientele just so you can rock bells
Yeah, used to trap by a school zone
ATL, I had crack in my school clothes
Got into her with my car and told her roof gone
Catch up, you too far back in the Grey Poupon
They say I’m a hoodlum in some new clothes
Hello, goodbye, I need some new hoes
I’m me ma’fucka
I’m me ma’fucka
I’m me ma’fucka
I know they wanna be me, ma’fucka