I really don’t know how long I’ve been doin this shit
I guess 2010′s the first year that you gave a shit
I was the underdog
So please excuse me a bit
I need some space
So someone please make me room in this bitch
‘Cus I’m in beast mode
Beast mode, give me those flips I eat those
All day I don’t sleep, no
I don’t even know what I got sheets for
Them pillow cases and bed frames
Oh no, take that, don’t need those
So hot, I don’t get high
I don’t even know what I got weed for
People, I’m in beast mode
Worst thing I got these T’s for?
Why do I rep that east side?
No matter what yall call me B.O.
But see I knew this before
Everybody fed my ego
Back in the hood and these shows
We take the hood wherever we go
And please know
I am at total yes loyalty where this came
Dedicated and totally dependable
Yes, I committed myself to the game
Don’t be letting em tell you them lies
We make the industry real when it’s fake
So they meditate,
So yo head is risin it under the rushin at yo brain bitch
My mind state, raise the crime rate
Break a whole brick down for old times sake
Push an avalanche, the alpine shake
The coupes, vanilla beam
Deceased as pound cake
In my condo bitches with tatties on
Wall full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long
My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on
Blow it all, you can’t take it when you dead and gone
You can’t hide it, I smell the fear
I can’t either, you smell a millionaire
All crack money, now rap money
Poor platinum niggas, fuckin rap dummies
I rap mummies, that’s kilograms
My brother’s keeper like Nino’s man
That’s G money, ghetto D money
1996, Master P money, gone
Keep his G’s in a alloy safe
Stash the weed in an altoy case
They say good things come to those who wait
So I’mma be at least about a hour late
I’m so fresh bitch, I should be arrested
New code detector, with my nuts on yo chest bitch
She said aye yey, I said yes bitch
Damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this MILF at the allstar getting action
A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
‘Cus the beauty is why God invented eyeballs
And her body is why God invented my balls
I’m a rock star, so popular
You should get a shot of us
Niggas don’t take shots of this
That is on way I be
Yea, the first album I vomited
The second I coloniced it
Ain’t nobody fuckin with me, I plutoniced it
Better get some slippers on
That nigga’s going out of here
These ain’t even real clothes, homie I’m pajama rich
Thanks Tommy, homie gonna switch his style up
These bitches on me, homie only two arouse us
Told her I ain’t payin, tonight I’m only browsin
She pulled her blouse and said it’s free, I said wow
I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20 years a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I’m freshin
My physical frame is celebrated ‘cus I made it
Reported through life, some gally like fan created
I rhyme 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
‘Cus what I fuss from
My skull causes pain in my brain vein
Money maintain, no rule against the great simple and plain
When I was younger, just I used to do my thing hard
Droppin followers, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards
This straight up out it, flash it, my crew cash it
Got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash
Now it’s all about cash in abundance
Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin years
In 100 I switched my motto
Still the same, fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block
We moves cracks, we do stacks
I cooked up but cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is illmatic, keep static like wolf at it
Pack a 4matic to track yo whole carriage
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