48 Bars, Pt. 3

I be rolling with some legends, legends F*ck rap I'm a legend, legend I've been rolling with some legends, legends F*ck rap I'm a legend I said no one from the Hill Never done it like this Last night I had a dream I Had a hundred white bricks No one from the Hill never done it like this I've been moving like Boogie Blowing money like Mitch don't try me I'm from the city where Thе skinny hittas ride I see diamonds glistening and bright Lizzy on your head back Killеrs wishing for your life F*ck your dead crack I can go and whip a brick of light I've been getting that Christina Stretching that Tulisa, she gets me LV'd up Every city needs her, whizzing in a Beema Britany in the freezer, sit it on Tanita's I'm tryna see a mill off this kitchen counter I need enough bricks that I Can build a house up I need it fresh off the boat Bet your favourite rapper's never seen A box of blow red nose tip, chocolate coke Little hittas round me that'll lock and load Grind late, five-eight for four four's of yay Might take the next racks, just a call away Really getting it Seven fifth just to spoil H You can't talk to me, stop talking, wait Cause you can't talk to me Unless you're talking weight I've got enough grub to shut down your estate We're getting money over here I'm gon' ball out We're throwing money in the air And watch it fall down Real hustlers get back up After they fall down money fell short It's back tall from a small town I can go any strip and put coke on it If them boys ever grab me Then it's no comment wake up in the morning Fresh cream with my coffee I don't wanna pay more than Seventeen for my Bobby Stretching yay, everyday I count profit Bands make her dance, she wan' bounce on it Bad B's on me in every city She paid five bags just so She could get some titties Tell my chicks "I ain't a rapper This is all for real" I hopped out the sherbet looking Like a quarter mill No big muscles, big heart and balls of steel WAG's wan' know me cah I ball for real Tell these little fishes "I've been on" I send my hittas on a Mission in the ding dong Get corn on site then you're gone I want a mizzy and a fizzy and a four long I'm getting busy in the city Getting raw gone lizzy and the kitty off the Britany that I walk on Should I say step on? Onto the next one Out here really getting money Like them West dons all my bruddas slap corn And they've cracked jaws Mad raw had me blowing in a black Porsche Trap hard, ringing for a pack more I birthed trap stars, I'm a trap lord