MEEKS GOD/POP ROCKS

I said I'd be there by seven fifty I didn't L I E baby I meant the Li V baby Big blick in the cockpit navy baby The shoes and the dope in the V off white Yankee navy It's me baby Who the f*ck else you thought it was Bitch I done beat more bags then Tyson gloves Brought more racket cross city lines then forty love Just cut it love Heart black like mr lover lover Shabba Jewels dancing like Ed lover Bubba goose pack lethal weapons like Dan glover Fucker Whole system got rigs even my hands covered So if we playing John wick or usman your family lose one Funeral home buy one get one free like Groupon Hell of a nuance Pussy getting bought over there how you the new boss Lead by a fucking peon f*ck is your crew on Bitch Yeah Izzy dot M Who can f*ck with them I Corp bitch who the f*ck is them Riding in a black Benz with a gold trim Black man white diamonds racism Selling on chems Tryna make a em Living slim shady causing mayhem I'm on a hot block Zip full of pop rocks Clutching on my chrome glock Neck full of fort knocks Higher then a press box Ducking from the street cops Any given sec your time up nigga stop watch Niggaz threaten to pop this how I Respond Shoot em up call of duty style no respawn Cut a nigga life in half no coupons Put a price on a nigga head no refund I be fresh to death postmortem Rule of thumb keep a handgun for the dumb ones Rule two stack a lump sum and then some Rule three plant seeds have a green thumb They talk shit then be begging for peace Please be who you are before I'm coping a plea We see you in street and you niggaz just flee Why you was running lil nigga you was fucking with me See like a offensive foul I'm in charge nigga Like Einstein chalkboard I see mad figures I got two chains and the Feds might watch nigga Why the f*ck you judging me who made you god nigga