Huh, D'ussé what we sippin'
Countin' up so many blues, niggas think we Crippin'
Bitches wearing bloody shoes, pieces always hittin'
And you ain't a real nigga, that's the motherfuckin' difference
You niggas know my faculty
The whole nation backing me
My young boys don't believe in God
But believe they'll blast for me
Don't become a casualty
Gang still pulling up casually
Who said we running, homie?
Why you said you was after me?
On my wrist, that masterpiece
Around my neck, that classic piece
R-O-C, the realest niggas left
Yeah, we have to be
Wanna meet the boss? Ask for me
You said you was hood, but actually
They said you don't even come outside
What made you think you could clash with me?
Bitches popping ass for me
You know I keep that cash on me
Your OG went to school with me, dog
Better believe he got the pass from me
Niggas can't out-fashion me
Paris just for Fashion Week
I make my bitch wear Gucci only
So she know she married a G
I love my bitches naturally
She count up that bag for me
We hit the island and hit them stores
We leave you haters in agony
On that D'ussé, glad to be
A real nigga first, I had to be
You bitch niggas stay mad at me
And your bitch call me "Your majesty"
Huh, D'ussé what we sippin' (Sippin')
Countin' up so many blues, niggas think we Crippin' (Crippin')
Bitches wearing bloody shoes, pieces always hittin'
And you ain't a real nigga, that's the motherfuckin' difference
Bossed up, I gotta be
They think they hot as me
What'll make a nigga wanna think like that
When the team look like we hit lottery?
Said you was real, you lied to me
Your bitch rub dick like pottery
Your chicken had brought them breasts out
And them thighs to me
I keep them vibes with me
Few real ones that'll slide with me
Niggas'll clip you and leave them jewels
Pussy, this ain't no robbery
Playboy, ain't no stopping me
This for those who doubted me
Me and this bitch been getting it in
But I heard he said he got it out for me
These niggas don't eat with me
We'll never be even or equally
Only way they gon' speak to me
Is if these fools gon' beef with me
They ain't on my frequency
My wife said, "Show some decency"
Niggas must think it's sweet with Bleek
Truth is they could never compete with me
Run circles around you suckers easy
Wanna know why they call me M-Easy?
I was seeing M's, you was watching TV
Imitating me, niggas wanted be me
On D'ussé, glad to be
Real nigga first, I had to be
I can see why y'all mad at me
'Cause I hold shit down like gravity
Huh, D'ussé what we sippin' (Sippin')
Countin' up so many blues, niggas think we Crippin' (Crippin')
Bitches wearing bloody shoes, pieces always hittin'
And you ain't a real nigga, that's the motherfuckin' difference
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