Song Description

Braggadocious yet cool declaration of self in the frame of hip-hop

Lyrics

They told me from the gate I gotta battle it out
With T.I.P. nigga, about the King of the South
They don?t know what I?m about
Or what I bring forth
His position is safe
I want the King of New York
You know I?m ignorant
I?m arrogant, I?m humble, yet intelligent
Speak with an embellishment
Like bitches after settlement
Divorced from the element of hoes and gun busting
I can?t even lie, me and the streets we still fucking
I?m back alley with a sally doing much of nothing
I?m doing what I do
I?m watching you to see you bluffing
Adjusting to a square gig, double my dollars
Still business up and down like a rag Impala
Pop collar, Reese, Prada, does he rap or he model?
Spit game, get change, splash a model with bottles
Switch lanes, get brain
Take a bitch to the range
Sick name, get dames without the 4 dot 6 man
Man!

(Chorus)
From the bricks to the alley
From the trap to the valley
From the East Coast to Cali
I?m a make you know about me
Shout it from a mountain
From the heavens keep it mounting
Keep it flowing like a fountain
I?m a make you know about them

I?m the best nigga that does it
Six digits, no budget
Push it, don?t nudge it
If that don?t budge it, fuck it
It?s back to the cupboard
Back it up from scratch to distribute to the public
It?s not what you thinking
I?m ahead of the pack
Got a Supreme team beside me
You handling packs
Your facts is missing
Rap it up for niggas who listen
Like I?m wrapping up my dick so I don?t burn when I?m pissing
I earned my position
Furniture fixings up in my palace
Face hard like a callous cause you heart filled with malice
Join Alice in the Wonderland
I deal with reality
For a man who want to challenge me, it kind of sort baffles me
I?m a allergy, a tragedy, a epidemic
I?m the Book of Revelations in a Caddie vintage
I?m a menace
Every word, every sentence,
Every verb ever printed
Every paragraph indented

Chorus

This ain?t your mind playing tricks on you
I just put the fix on you
Do it for the mixtapes
Chop it up in nics for you
Three for 10, come again
Tell a friend, let him in
On what we doing over here to oversee we making ends
Jamaican twins from Sensation
Bring ?em in, I been waiting
Mooney, he in the den blazin?
Masta sippin Hen chasin?
Back with a 40 oz
Dan he the man
He keep a shorty when it?s stormy out
Bread kicking back sipping yac with is 40 out
Dominica back home
He got the haze so we go?n blow a ounce
Bounce over to my nigga Will, pull imported out
Liquor off the top shelf
Rain, he did not help
California chronic is bionic
Got my top melt
How could I be not felt?
When ever nigga in my clique is thicker than a weight belt
Look, we obey self and respect others
From seven different mothers
One brother is above us

Chorus