My nigga got on My nigga got all white, no socks My nigga got that cocaina on today That’s how he feel Turn my vocal up That’s how you feel, Emory? Turn my vocal up some more Turn my vocal up, Guru! Turn the music up too
Super Bowl goals My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold We in a whole different mode Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first I told my wife the spiritual shit really work Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt All this old talk left me confused You’d rather be old rich me or new you? And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new Like 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
Nobody wins when the family feuds But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit I’m clear why I’m here, how about you? Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute Mmmmm Pretty much If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us Fuck rap, crack cocaine Nah, we did that, black-owned things Hundred percent, black-owned champagne And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two) ‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth
Hahahaha I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’ But that ain’t even a statement That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget Wait, that ain’t politically correct Forget it Can I get “Amen” from the congregation? Amen, amen Can I get a “Amen” from the congregation? Amen, amen
Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me Let me alone, Becky A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit My consciousness was Michael’s common sense I missed the karma, that came as a consequence Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’ Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain Nobody wins when the family feuds We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools I’m tryna fix you I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official Y’all think small, I think Biggie Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies How is him or Pill Cosby ‘posed to help me? Old niggas never accepted me New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis We all lose when the family feuds What’s better than one billionaire? Two I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got Ciroc Y’all need to stop
