Get Em

Only steel, only real Niggas getting gassed off a Sony deal I'm like Muhammad Ali, Tyson Mayweather, Holyfield Niggas copycats, they copy Drake They copy Jay-Z and they copy H These niggas sweet, toffee cakes Running up the steps again, call it Rocky ape You say it is what it isn't They say they did but they didn't If them niggas slipping, I'mma Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em Man are left at shitty prisons Back to money, pussy, women Get 'em if I catch 'em slipping Hit 'em, hit 'em, wig 'em, hig 'em- hahaha Where's my gratitude? I bought this whole ting, why the attitude? Don't worry 'bout him, man'll cap him soon And that nigga's bitch, man'll tap it too Call it Christmas when that cracker booms Make a big mess, turn him black and blue I've got that Windchest, let it Shaka Zu Sip Crevoisier mixed with apple juice Hold on, steady, manic, ready I don't [?] Yes, he says he's heavy but the Nigga's clearly dead and buried Get me, man ain't no comedians Man ain't Chris Rock, man ain't Eddie Bezzy, nigga's dead and fucking Buried, buried, buried, hahaha Niggas gasping He already know, just ask him If he switch it, say "I'm just asking" I'm just kicking back, just laughing Ackee saltfish with plantain My Capricorn chick just marched in My MACcy gon' flip, just passed in The 'matic on spit, this Dhalsim Short chick, [?] ting Paul Smith's, sharp ting Splashed out, flossing But her barking Niggas owe it and they know it I could eeny miny moe it Show it, I just sit back, flow it This is nothing, tic-tac-toe it Grab that food and eat that knowing That's that food that he's been growing That's that shit that keeps it going Have that, have that, keep that, hahaha