Off Top Of THe Head Pt. 4
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Mic check me
Aye don't nobody talk that shit like you, Gotti
Aye we got about three minutes on this one
Aight
We gotta give them that shoot off shit
Aight
Off the top
Aight
Three minutes
Let's go
This that CM8 nigga fuck a tape, this a classic
This that fresh up off the digi scale to the plastic
This that if you go against the hood, shit get drastic
This that in the kitchen flippin' dope like a gymnastic
This what they been waitin' on
Pulled up in that Lamb' nigga, this what they been hatin' on
Plus I put my mans on
I'm the man, I-I-I'm the man
I made myself a million and started off with three grams
That's a eight ball, and I ain't talkin' eight ball
In the hood I'm a livin' legend like I'm 8Ball
I seen straight hoes turn to killers
'Cause you got more money don't make you realer
You free Lil' Nicey, that's all
I ain't never talk to no laws and I ain't talkin' down on my dogs
(Nah, nah keep going)
And I ain't goin' to war 'bout no broad 'less it's my mama nigga
I'm from Ridgecrest, Afghanistan, I'm Osama nigga
(You heard that shit Li up? I said I'm
From Ridgecrest, Afghanistan nigga)
And the Rollie president, everything president, Obama nigga
I need a woman like the first lady
So she can have my fourth baby
So I can buy my fifth crib
And give that bitch a whole meal
I can change the flow when I wanna, how
I wanna, do what I wanna, when I wanna
I been sellin' legal and illegal marijuana, I'm a hustler ain't it
Turn his ass to an organ donor, run his ass to organ wanna
You barred, bitch hurt your heart, you scarred, I understand it's hard
Sike, fuck a bitch and fuck everything
About the bitch and fuck her nigga too
And fuck what you goin' through and what
You been through and who you kin to
I been drinkin' Hennessy thinkin' '
Bout the enemy, I'm obsessed with 'em
'Til I catch up with 'em, put the TEC to 'em
'Til I catch up with the partners, put 'em next to 'em
Then I write 'em off the list, put the X to 'em
(Man go back to CM1, go off)
This that OG cocaine music shit, that shoot off
Back when I was havin' shootouts right in front of Miss Saint B house
Back when me and Grip was breakin' half of birds down in Big G house
Back when me and Dee was skippin' school and takin' hoes to eat out
Back when I got my first crib we turned that bitch into a fuck house
Then we started robbin' and we turned that to the duck out
You can ask my mama nigga, it wasn't no car when Bus out
Fucked up so many rentals that she told me to get the fuck out
So I got the fuck out, ran my money the fuck up
Convinced my plug to trust us, then I fucked his sack up
This flow too slow so I gotta speed it up
Bad bitch, beat it up, never ever eat it up
I'ma leave her boyfriend for that
Real nigga, frontline, on site, I'm fine
True hustler bloodline, gotta love that
CM8